Testi Soundtracks :: F

[MILES]

Sound the flute,

Blow the horn,

Pluck the lute,

Forward, mourn!



[MOURNERS]

Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...



[MILES]

Ah!



[MOURNERS]

Ah!



[MILES]

All Crete was at her feet,

All Thrace was in her thrall,

All Sparta loved her sweetness, and Gaul--



[PSEUDOLUS]

And Spain--



[MILES]

And Greece--



[PSEUDOLUS]

And Egypt--



[MILES]

And Syria--



[PSEUDOLUS]

And Mesopotamia--



[MOURNERS]

All Crete was at her feet,

All Thrace was in her thrall,

Oh, why should such a blossom fall?



[MILES]

Speak the spells,

Strum the lyre,

Toll the bells,

Light the pyre.



[MOURNERS]

Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...



[MILES]

All Crete was at her feet,

But I shall weep no more.

I'll find my consolation as before,

Among the simple pleasures of war!