The Ballad of Sir Confusio — A Traditional Ballad with Chorus

Verse 1

He drifts through winters past the map,

His lamp is flick’ring low;

Its hue will shift from age to age,

As time begins to flow.

Verse 2

He watched the Romans toast the night,

In halls of stone and gold;

His crooked hat tilts to and fro,

To catch the secrets told.

Chorus

Where moonlight drifts on silver snow,

The light is cold and bright;

You hear his laughter echo low,

Beyond the walls of night.

The cold winds carry: Confusio.

Verse 3

He danced with goats in fields of frost,

And sang a Satyr's song;

He tripped the iron gears of time,

Where right was poured with wrong.

Verse 4

He bartered jokes with wandering kings,

And gave the monks a bird—

A clockwork toy for sacred scrolls,

With riddles for each word.

Verse 5

He crossed the steppes where cold stars gleam,

To stir the edge of sleep;

He walks where ancient stories dream,

In snowdrifts wide and deep.

Verse 6

The Sir of mischief takes his hand,

To twist the rules of lore;

He pours the truth into a lie,

To laugh for evermore.

Verse 7

When seasons twist and fires burn,

Watch through the swirling white;

A crooked hat may pass below,

And vanish from your sight.

Chorus

Where moonlight drifts on silver snow,

The light is cold and bright;

You hear his laughter echo low,

Beyond the walls of night.

The cold winds carry: Confusio.