Lyrics Esther - Phish
It
was
late
one
fall
night
at
a
fairground
near
town
When
Esther
first
saw
the
Armenian
man
Who
groveled
toward
her
and
stood
by
her
side
With
a
bucket
that
swung
in
his
hand
His
grin
stretched
the
folds
of
his
pasty
white
cheeks
And
his
lips
hurled
a
dollop
of
murk
on
the
curb
And
the
lights
from
the
rides
showed
a
mischievous
sparkle
That
flashed
in
his
hollow
eyed
stare
He
said
"Little
girl,
you
can
chop
off
my
legs
And
then
peel
off
my
socks
if
you
want
to.
But
I'd
rather
you
took
this
old
puppet
from
me
That
I
hold
in
my
pail
as
we
speak."
And
he
stood
looking
down
at
the
innocent
girl
And
she
stared
at
the
bucket
bewildered
Til
he
lifted
the
doll
for
the
young
girl
to
see
And
a
giant
smile
grew
on
her
face
She
saw
the
doll's
eyes
and
she
couldn't
resist
And
she
thanked
the
man
quickly
and
ran
to
the
church
And
she
burst
through
the
door
with
puppet
held
high
And
a
hush
filled
the
chapel,
and
the
people
looked
mean
Esther
tried
in
vain
to
pacify
the
mob
Quibble
grew
to
spat,
to
wrangle,
then
to
brawl
The
frenzied
congregation
struggled
desperately
to
fetch
The
pretty
puppet
snugly
nestled
deep
in
Esther's
leather
sack
Through
the
window
of
the
church
a
storm
began
to
rage
And
Esther
knew
the
time
had
come
to
flee
She
scurried
down
the
aisle
toward
the
doorway
in
the
distance
And
out
into
the
rainstorm
where
she
felt
she
would
be
free
But
the
wind
was
blowing
harder
And
her
skirt
began
to
billow
Until
finally
her
feet
began
to
lift
And
she
rose
above
the
houses
and
the
people
and
the
chimneys
And
Esther
and
the
doll
were
set
adrift
Floating
higher
over
the
hills,
and
the
valleys
and
treetops
they'd
flutter
and
glide
Soaring
and
turning
suspended
on
air
With
the
earth
far
below
them
they'd
tumble
And
dive
through
the
clouds
And
she
began
to
plummet
earthward
till
she
Landed
in
the
nasty
part
of
town
She
glanced
about
the
village
sure
to
find
the
evil
men
Who
rob
and
pillage
in
the
darkest
hour
of
night
Nervously
she
fumbled
for
the
pouch
that
held
the
Puppet
on
her
rump.
Feeling
quite
outnumbered
Esther
hid
behind
A
nearby
pile
of
lumber,
where
she
waited
Till
the
dawn
Cause
it
would
have
been
a
blunder
to
Succumb
to
a
hoodlum
on
the
prowl
When
the
morning
came,
she
wandered
through
the
streets
Along
the
chilly
lake
that
lay
beside
the
town
At
last
a
peaceful
moment,
but
she
thought
she
heard
a
sound
It
was
an
angry
mob
of
joggers
coming
up
to
knock
her
down
As
Esther
stood
and
shook
her
head
The
joggers
were
approaching
And
she
knew
she
had
no
choice
left
but
to
swim
As
the
frosty
water
sank
its
bitter
teeth
into
her
hide
She
tried
to
slide
the
heavy
clothing
from
her
skin
Naked
now
she
made
her
way
toward
the
shore
When
suddenly
she
felt
a
tiny
tugging
at
her
toe.
And
the
puppet
she'd
forgotten
wrapped
its
tiny
Little
arms
around
her
ankle
and
wouldn't
let
her
go.
The
waves
seemed
to
open
and
swallow
her
whole
As
the
doll
pulled
her
down
through
the
eerie
green
deep
And
the
sound
of
the
laughing
old
man
filled
her
ears
As
she
drifted
away
to
a
tranquil
And
motionless
sleep.
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