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....