What Booker can prognosticate,or speak of our Kingdom's present state?
I think myself to be as wise,as he that looks most in the skies.
My skill goes beyond the depths of the pond.Or river in the greatest rain
By which I can tell that all things will be well
When the King comes home in peace again!
There is no astrologer then, say I
can search more deep in this than I
to give you a reason from the stars,
what causeth peace or civil was.
The man in the moon
may wear out his shoon
In running after Charles' wain
But all to no end, for the times they will mend
When the King comes home in peace again!
Though for a time you may see Whitehall
With cobwebs hanging over the wall,
instead of silk and silver brave,
as formerly it used to have.
And in every room the sweet perfume
delightful for that princely tain
The which you shall see
When the time it shall be
When the King comes home in peace again!
Till then upon Ararat's hill,
my hope shall cast her anchor still,
until I see some peaceful dove,
bring home the branch which I do love.
Still will I wait till the waters abate
which most disturb my troubled brain
For I'll never rejoice
Till I hear that voice
When the King comes home in peace again!
[00:04.774]What Booker can prognosticate,or speak of our Kingdom's present state?
[00:12.243]I think myself to be as wise,as he that looks most in the skies.
[00:20.553]My skill goes beyond the depths of the pond.Or river in the greatest rain
[00:28.220]By which I can tell that all things will be well
[00:32.794]When the King comes home in peace again!
[00:40.415]There is no astrologer then, say I
[00:44.482]can search more deep in this than I
[00:48.331]to give you a reason from the stars,
[00:52.368]what causeth peace or civil was.
[00:56.360]The man in the moon
[00:56.600]may wear out his shoon
[01:00.734]In running after Charles' wain
[01:04.545]But all to no end, for the times they will mend
[01:08.621]When the King comes home in peace again!
[01:16.431]Though for a time you may see Whitehall
[01:20.412]With cobwebs hanging over the wall,
[01:24.598]instead of silk and silver brave,
[01:28.440]as formerly it used to have.
[01:32.768]And in every room the sweet perfume
[01:37.651]delightful for that princely tain
[01:40.829]The which you shall see
[01:42.911]When the time it shall be
[01:45.253]When the King comes home in peace again!
[01:52.628]Till then upon Ararat's hill,
[01:56.791]my hope shall cast her anchor still,
[02:01.012]until I see some peaceful dove,
[02:05.110]bring home the branch which I do love.
[02:09.203]Still will I wait till the waters abate
[02:13.250]which most disturb my troubled brain
[02:17.015]For I'll never rejoice
[02:19.196]Till I hear that voice
[02:21.386]When the King comes home in peace again!