Lyrics Voices and Visions - Ann Reinking

Saint michael, i'd like a little help
Saint michael, saint cathrine, saint margaret
Oh i see, we're all much too busy
To come play who is he, with me
Visions and voices will give you the choices to take
But voices and visions leave you the decisions to make
Either you can and you will or you can't and you won't
You do or you don't
The thing about voices and visions is they pick the place and the time
Coming and going without any reason or rhyme
When i could use some polite interfering
You're all hard of hearing
Or all off appearing in rome
There's nobody home
I'm learning that voices and visions don't come at your beck and call
They ought to be here by now if they're coming at all
Voices and visions said france is on fire, that i'd have to save her
That i'd have to put out the flames
I'm naming no names
But someone neglected to tell me that i'd have play games
All right
The one with the crown and the throne
An obvious trap
Would they draw me a map?
Well so much for that one
I overheard somebody say
As i passed through the gate
Charley carries no weight
He can't be the fat one
The way papa spoke he'd just be a joke to a mistress
Which rules out the shoulders and curls with the girls on his arm
Hah! if he were disguised in a dress it would not be in this dress
Not bad for a girl just a month and a half off a farm
But one little hint about now wouldn't do any harm
Oh, maybe they're trying to tell me its some kind of trick
The reason i can't pick him out is that he's not here to pick
Oh, i ask for a hint, just a glint or a glimmer
And first thing you know they grow dimmer and dimmer and die
Not even goodbye
The fellow asleep on his feet and starting to snore
I've seen him before
He's one of the pages
My mind is a wheel in the mud
My head's made of lard
I'm trying too hard
I'm drowning in stages
How strange i'm remembering a song that i used to skip rope to
How odd i should think of it now after so many years
I must put it of my head just if ever i hope to
I'll just have to wait until the storm that's inside of me clears
It's funny but somehow i can't get it out of my ears
Merlin the magician prophesied a virgin to a pauper dauphin
To a pauper dauphin
To a pauper dauphin
A pauper!
Voices and vision could not have been clearer
Than if they were here they could not have been nearer to me
Why charley must be
The shabbiest, sorriest, nothingest, neediest, tedious, ratchetest, pauprish person
I see
Charley!