Tom Thompson came paddling past

I'm pretty sure it was him

And he spoke so softly in accordance

With the growing of the dim

He said, "Bring on the brand new renaissance

Cause I think I'm ready

I've been shaking all night long

But my hands are steady."



Three pistols came and three people went, on their way

Three pistols strong and three people spent



Well he found his little lonely love

His bride of the northern woods

But, she took me to the Opera House

Like she said she would

Then she sighed and she fell from the balcony

Shakespeare bent to touch

She never had any time for me

Cause I didn't protest enough



Three pistols came and three people went, on their way

Two pistols strong and three people spent



Placing flowers on his grave

She waits in the shadows 'til after dark

To sweep them all away



I say, bring on the brand new renaissance

Cause I think I'm ready

I've been shaking all night long

But my hands are steady



Three pistols came and three people went, on their way

Three pistols strong and three people spent

Three pistols came and three people went on their way

One pistols strong and three people spent