Lyrics

FOLLY-LAND
Poem, Danske Dandridge – Music, Terry Tucker

In Folly-Land what witchery!
What pretty looks, what eyes there be,
What gamesome ways, what dimpled smiles,
What lissome limbs; what frolic wiles;
What easy laughter, fresh and clear,
What pranks to play; what jests to hear!
Old Time forgets to shake his sand,
The days go tripping, hand in hand, in Folly-Land, in Folly-Land.

In Folly-land, one idle hour,
The moonlight had a wizard power,
Its eerie glamour turned my brain,
(I would that I were there again!)
We stood together, 'neath the sky,
A bird was chirping drowsily,
He smiled, he sighed, he held my hand,
Ah me! Ah well! we understand 'twas Folly-Land, 'twas Folly-Land.

My sober friend, how worn your looks!
Your heart is in your mouldy books,
Here's half a cobweb on your brow!
I seldom see you jovial now,
Fling down your volumes and be free
To take a pleasure-trip with me.
Come, here's my heart, and here's my hand!
We'll launch our skiff and seek the strand Of Folly-Land, of Folly-Land.

In Folly-Land what witchery!
What pretty looks, what eyes there be,
What gamesome ways, what dimpled smiles,
What lissome limbs; what frolic wiles;
What easy laughter, fresh and clear,
What pranks to play; what jests to hear!
Old Time forgets to shake his sand,
The days go tripping, hand in hand, in Folly-Land, in Folly-Land.