Judy Collins
prothalamium
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Come, all of you who are not satisfied
As rulers in a lone wallpapered room
Full of mute birds and flowers that falsely bloom
And closets choked with dreams that long ago died
Come, let us sweep the old streets like a bride
Sweep out the dead leaves with a relentless broom
Prepare for spring as if he were our groom
For whose light footstep eagerly we bide
We'll sweep out the shadows, where the rats long fed
Sweep out our shame and in its place we'll make
A bower for love, a splendid marriage bed
Fragrant with flowers a quiver for the spring
And when he comes, our murdered dreams shall wake
And when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing
And when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing
- Album:
- Silver Skies Blue
- Strangers Again
- Live From The Metropolitan Museum Of Art
- Miscellaneous
- Bohemian
- Paradise
- Judith
- True Stories And Other Dreams
- Live at the Metropolitan Museum of Art at the Temple of...
- Live At Newport
- Christmas At The Biltmore Estate
- Recollections
- The Greatest Hits of the Musicals
- West End Girls
- I Believe My Heart - Broadway Valentines
- The Most Beautiful Wedding Music Ever
- Nostalgic Woman Collection, Vol. 1 (54 Greatest Hit Songs)
- A Maid of Constant Sorrow (Remastered 2014)
- Remastered Hits (Remastered 2014)
- The Very Best of Judy Collins (Remastered)