The Travelling Tragition Lyrics

Shadow cloak swift as a swallow,
Pantaloon down in the hollow,
Dancing, his voice like a cloud
In the death of my night.

Awful eyes, black Persian beggar,
Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather,Marc Bolan - The Travelling Tragition - http://motolyrics.com/marc-bolan/the-travelling-tragition-lyrics.html
Stepping so lightly,

A sprite in the house of my sight.

0 m'dear, travelling Tragition,
It's sky clear, you're a gift from the fair folk.