Drunk all night on your melodies
While the moon played hide and seek
Through the ranks of the refugees
Saw the spirit silent sneak
Calling souls that could hardly stand
Saying, “Rush, rush!
Up the hills, down the donkey path
To the home of Proteus”
Proteus, Proteus, Proteus
On the cliffs and declivities
With the six winds stumblin’ by
Go tell the sads and the Sadducees
That the old man still ain’t died
But all the while he was hidin’ out
Hummin’ glorias
He’s changed his crown for a cockle hat
Changed his name to Proteus
Proteus, Proteus, Proteus
All awash on the inner sea
See the compass needle spins
Chart a course for infinity
The maelstrom licks its lips
And I’ve seen you pounding cities
Into dust, dust
But you’ve never been in battle
Till you tangle with Proteus
Proteus, Proteus, Proteus, Proteus,
Proteus, Proteus, Proteus, Proteus
I stumbled across this artist on youtube. A terrific banjo player, fiddler and singer, who does the old tunes the old ways. Give a listen and drink in that good clean mountain air. Daniel Harvester
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