Coleridge - Rime of the ancient mariner
Common, common
And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute
And now it is an angel's song,
That makes the heavens be mute.
Common, common
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Common, common
And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute
That makes the heavens be mute.
Common, common
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Common, common
And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute now
And now it is an angel's song
That makes the heavens be mute.
Common, common
And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute
And now it is an angel's song,
That makes the heavens be mute.
Common, common
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Common, common
And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute
That makes the heavens be mute.
Common, common
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Common, common
And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute now
And now it is an angel's song
That makes the heavens be mute.