The masks are worn on summer nights
When the young are dancing.
The masks are worn on summer nights
When the dance is young –
When the dance is young.
Behind her mask a princess dreams
Of some other music.
Behind her mask a princess dreams
Of some other song –
Of some other song…
Where the street musician's music played
In the swirling night, and the sound he made
Could linger still, so slow to fade
From the dancing, prancing Masquerade
To the streets where no one seeks to ask
To see behind…
The masks which hide a thousand eyes
From others prying;
The masks which hide a thousand eyes
And all their tears –
And all their tears…
And the street musician's music played
In the swirling night, and the sound he made
Could linger still, so slow to fade
From the dancing, prancing Masquerade
To the streets where no one seeks to ask
To see behind the masks…