| THE INFANT KING This is the song of
the infant king
All day long he is lying on the grand embroiderred couch
A faint perfume of jasmine comes thru the open window
And as he sleeps he dreams
And in his dreams he sings
Happy happy me
Pleasure on my fingertips
Happy happy me
This island is my kingdom
Happy happy me
Cherry blossoms for my lips
Happy happy me
Welcome to my kingdom
Welcome to my kingdom
All day I hear the voice of waters
Making moan
Sad as the seabird is when going
Forth alone
I hear the wind cry to the waters
Monotone
All alone
Making moan
And as he sleeps he dreams
And in his dreams he sings
Happy happy me
The secret is an empty space
Happy happy me
All the little lambs are sick
Happy happy me
Tiger tiger catch 'em quick
Happy happy me
The empty space is in a haze
Each night I feel the feet of wolves
Trippin' down
As fast as the snake is winding
Winding round
I hear the mocking birds working
On sound
All around
Trippin' down
Happy happy me
Praise the island praise the birds
Happy happy me
The empty space is filled with dirt
Happy happy me
Tiger kisses shake my hips
Happy happy me
Cover me with tulips
Cover me with tulips
Words: Emilio Winschetti
Music: Tom Redecker
Published by Strange Ways / Warner Chappell 1991
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