william fitzwilliam

The Decemberists

William Fitzwilliam went walking in April
By the green briar roses on the banks of the Thames
When over his kerchief, there came such a clamor
That William Fitzwilliam took shelter within

Don t lose your head to this rooting and raging
Don t lose your heart to the sweetness of sin
And don t go out wandering, the ghosts hover round you
The Howards and the Seymours, the Poles and Boleyns

When William Fitzwilliam emerged from his arbor
A luminance shone such as he d never seen
And so on to London he lit on his skateboard
To arrive in a tumult to greet the new queen

Don t lose your head to this rooting and raging
Don t lose your heart to the sweetness of sin
And don t go out wandering, for the ghosts hover round you
The Howards and the Seymours, the Poles and Boleyns

As night settled earthly all clad in its sables
And England s fair princes were snug in their beds
William Fitzwilliam will glide on the Humber
In star-silver sneakers above the living and dead

Don t lose your head to this rooting and raging
Don t lose your heart to the sweetness of sin
And don t go out wandering, the ghosts hover round you
The Howards and the Seymours, the Poles and Boleyns
The Tudors and the FitzRoys, the Poles and Boleyns