When the Mode of the Music Changes

He who does not dance neither shall he eat
He who does not prance neither shall he drink
He who won’t romance neither can he think
He who does not dance neither shall he eat
You can have the men who make the laws
You can have the men who make the laws
You can have the men who make the laws
Give me the music makers
When beauty barks I heel
When beauty barks I heel
When beauty barks I heel
When beauty barks I heel
Beware a man who is not moved by sound
Beware a man who is not moved by sound
Beware a man who is not moved by sound
He’ll drag you to the ground
Drag you to the ground
Come dance with me come dance with me in Johnson’s land
Come dance with me and we’ll beat that hooary band
Music have alarums to wild the civil breast
Music have alarums to wild the civil breast
Music have alarums to wild the civil breast
It does not bring me rest
It does not bring me rest
But in the bitter end
This wildness brings me rest
I sleep in the eye of the storm
And in the startling end
Bluewhiteness makes me calm
I dream in the eye of the wind