The Mask felt a new kind of pride Opening up against all his doubts A brand – new moon was to shine Onto his new galaxy on his mind So the Mask talked to the trees And the leaves answered him: " You'll surely need that pride later on" So the Mask took a talk to the trees And the leaves answered him: " You'll surely need your pride later on" The grocer recognised him And said " Master what's mine - That is yours" The saddler did invite him For a break – for a meal – for a night " My daughter" he said "will comfort you" If you my Lord want it -… With your kind permission Cover your face beyond your hood Hide your leg that's made of wood The gamblers steel their presence To please their king with absence The Mask refused to stay Knowing there will come a day For feasting and for laughter – - more honestly hereafter There was a humming in the treetops Like a rumour on the air Air –play – cling to the moment A weary mind and its defeat There was a humming in the treetops Like a rumour on the air Worn out scares Tearing themselves up into rage So the Mask talked to the trees And the leaves answered him: " You'll surely need that pride later on" So the Mask took a talk to the trees And the leaves answered him: " You'll surely need your pride later on"