Come Unto These Yellow Sands - Michael Nyman Band, Sarah Leonard

Come unto these yellow sands, and then take hands;

curtsied when you have and kissed the wild waves whist,

foot it featly here and there;

and, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark!

Hark!

Bow-wow!

The watchdogs bark.

Bow-wow-wow-wow!

I hear the strain of the strutting chanticleer cry

cock-a-diddle-dow!

Cock-a-diddle-dow!