Judy Collins - Prothalamium CAPO: 3rd Fret [Intro] [Verse 1] Come all of you who are not satisfied As rulers in a lone wallpapered room Full of mute birds and flowers that falsely bloom And closets choked with dreams that long ago died [Verse 2] Come let us sweep the old streets like a bride Sweep out the dead leaves with a relentless broom Prepare for spring as if he were our groom For whose light footstep eagerly we bide [Verse 3] We’ll sweep out the shadows where the rats long fed Sweep out our shame and in its place we’ll make A bower for love a splendid marriage bed Fragrant with flowers a-quiver for the spring [Verse 4] And when he comes our murdered dreams shall wake And when he comes all the mute birds shall sing And when he comes all the mute birds shall sing