Texty:
Casey Dienel Phylactery Factory

Calliope I can hear your voice As clear as a bell As a bell ringing through the night Through the night O Calliope Your tablets of wax And your golden

Down by the old stone church Where the joe-pye weed and the mallows grow Those petals bigger then my fist Watch them bob and bow when the wind does blow

Come along in my mackinaw I?ll point you where you need to go Though our path may bend and yaw You won?t get lost With my pointed prow and square stern

Those wending ships That sailed in May Vessels that carried me From one place to the next Were fated just for me Oh they were fated just for me In my

He holds us all in his hands He is the one who?s in command He leads us down to the knoll The skies begin to fill with smoke But do not falter, nor