Cérise was brushing her long hair gently down
It was the afternoon of Carnival
As she brushes it gently down
Reuben was strumming his painted mandolin (note 1)
It was enlaid with a pretty face in jade
Played the Carnival Parade (note 2)
Cérise was dressing as Pirouette in white
When a fatal vision gripped her tight
Cérise, beware tonight
Reuben, Reuben, tell me truly true
I feel afraid and I don't know why I do
Is there another girl for you
If you could see in my heart
You would know it's true
There is none, Cérise, except for you
Except for you
I swear to it on my very soul (note 3)
If I lie may I fall down cold
When Reuben played on his painted mandolin (note 4)
The breeze would stop and listen in (note 5)
Before g