Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ballad Of Francis Alabadalejo , by - Magna Carta. Song from the album Magna Carta, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 08.05.2012
Record label: Repertoire
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ballad Of Francis Alabadalejo , by - Magna Carta. Song from the album Magna Carta, in the genre Музыка мираBallad Of Francis Alabadalejo |
| Francis Alabadalejo woke up one morning and |
| prayed to the virgin that hung on the wall |
| with eyes full of pleading and knees a door knocking, |
| he told her the dream that had left him in terror |
| something that couldn’t be reasoned at all |
| «I saw me a woman, her eyes they were smiling, |
| her lips were on fire, her tongue was ice |
| she beckoned me on, with a finger of bones, |
| her flesh was of leather and not very nice |
| he woke up in fear and sweat beads were gleaming and |
| knew in his heart that something was wrong but the |
| virgin smiled down with eyes of compassion he |
| left feeling better and second to none |
| Francis Alabadalejo is smiling |
| Francis Alabadalejo is laughing |
| Francis Alabadalejo feels second to none |
| So he came to the hospital, where he was working and |
| put on his coat of a hessian brown |
| the minutes were spinning, until it was tea time |
| resting his feet on a chair in the corner |
| smoking and passing the papers around |
| young men and maidens, old men and children |
| babies in arms and arms hung in slings |
| old ladies for x-ray, for medicine and massage, to |
| name but afew of their favourite things |
| the noise of the hospital rolling about him, |
| the synthetic hiss, of rubber shod wheels |
| the batter of doors and the murmer of voices and |
| nobody knows how the next person feels Francis Alabadalejo is smiling |
| Francis Alabadalejo is laughing |
| Francis Alabadalejo feels second to none |
| Said the path lab to Francis, go get you a barrow and |
| carry this package to where we shall say and |
| he spied a long parcel all tied up in brown paper |
| nothing to look at and then not even thinking |
| he loaded his barrow and pushed it away |
| rounding the corner the barrow wheel tilted the |
| cold eyes were gleaming and Francis was running |
| filling the air with the sound of his screaming, and |
| stretched on the ground an assortment of pieces, the |
| face in the nightmare, when he had been sleeping, lay |
| lifelessly gazing blue eyed at the sky |
| Francis Alabadalejo is running |
| Francis Alabadalejo is flying |
| Francis Alabadalejo will never return |
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