The Decemberists - The Infanta Lyrics
Here she comes in her palanquinon the back of an elephanton a bed made of linen and sequins and silkall astride on her father's linewith the king and his concubinesand her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milkand we'll all come praise the infantaand we'll all come praise the infantaAmong five score pachydermeach canopied and passengeredsit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girlswithin sight of the baronnessseething spite for this live largesseby her side sits the baronher barrenness barbs herand we'll all come praise the infantaand we'll all come praise the infantaA phalanx on camelbackthirty ranks on a forward tackfollowed close, their shiny bright standards a-wavingwhile behind in their coach, in foursride the wives of the king of MoorsAnd the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothedand we'll all come praise the infantaand we'll all come praise the infantaAnd as she sits upon her placeher innocence laid on her facefrom all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronetsmelodies rhapsodical and fairand all our hearts afirethe sky ablaze with cannon firewe all raise our voices to the airto the air...And above all this falderalon a bed made of chaparralshe is laid, a coronal placed on her browand the babe, all in slumber dreamsof a place filled with quiet streamsand the lake where her cradle was pulled from the waterand we'll all come praise the infantaand we'll all come praise the infanta
