Judy Collins - Prothalamium

Come, all of you who are not ^Dsatis^Amfied As rulers in a ^Elone wall^Fpapered ^Groom Full of mute birds and ^Amflowers that falsely ^Embloom And ^Amclosets choked with dreams that ^Dlong ago ^Amdied

^CCome, let us sweep the old streets ^Dmlike a ^Cbride Sweep ^Fout the dead ^Cleaves with a re^Dmlentless ^Ambroom ^CPrepare for spring as if he were our ^Ggroom For ^Amwhose light foot^Cstep eager^Dly we ^Ambide ^D

We'll sweep out the shadows, where the ^Grats long ^Dfed Sweep out our shame and in its ^Emplace ^Gwe'll ^Ammake A ^Dbower for love, a splendid ^Gmarriage ^Dbed Fragrant with ^Amflow^Ders, a-^Amquiver ^Gfor the ^Amspring

And when he comes, our murdered ^Gdreams shall ^Cwake And when he comes, all the mute ^Fbirds shall ^Gsing And ^Cwhen he ^Gcomes, ^Amall the mute ^Dbirds shall ^Amsing