Decemberists The Infanta Lyrics

The Infanta Lyrics

Here she comes in her palanquin on the back of an elephant

on a bed made of linen and sequins and silk.

All astride on her father's line

with the king and his concubines

and her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk.



And we'll all come praise the infanta.

And we'll all come praise the infanta.



Among five-score pachyderm, each canapied and passengered,

sit the duke and the duchess's luscious young girls

within sight of the baroness (seething spite

for this live largess,) by her side

sits the baron. Her barrenness barbs her.



And we'll all come praise the infanta.

And we'll all come praise the infanta.



Up the lengths on camelback, thirty ranks

on her forward tack follow close,

their shiny bright standards a'waving.

While behind, in their coaching fours, ride the wives of the king of Moors

and the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed.



And we'll all come praise the infanta.

And we'll all come praise the infanta.



And as she sits upon her place, her innocence laid on her face.

From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets:

melodies rhapsodical and fair.

And all our hearts afire, the sky ablaze with cannonfire,

we all raise our voices to the air, to the air...



And above all this falderal on a bed made of chaparral

she is laid, a coronal placed on her brow.

And the babe, all in slumbered dreams

of a place filled with quiet screams

and the lake where her cradle was pulled from the water.



And we'll all come praise the infanta.

And we'll all come praise the infanta.

And we'll all come praise the infanta.

And we'll all come praise the infanta.