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Lyrics: 12th Century, unknown

We are music-makers and dreamers of the dreams

Wondering by lone sea breakers, sitting by desolate streams

World-losers, world-forsakers on whom pale moon gleams:

We are mover and shakers of the world forever, seems

We, in the ages lying In the past of the earth

Built Nineveh with our sighing and Babel with our mirth

With deathless ditties we build up great cities

And out of fabulous glory we fashion an empire's story:

One man with gold and army shall go to conquer a crown

A few of us with new song's measures can trample empire down

We are only music-makers, we're dreamers of the dreams

We are world losers of forever, it seems

We are only dreamers who makes you feel

Love and pain on virgin Earth field

One man with gold and army shall go to conquer a crown

A few of us with new song's measure can trample empire down

Why! Please tell me why!... they leave the world