Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballad Of Francis Alabadalejo, artist - Magna Carta. Album song Magna Carta, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 08.05.2012
Record label: Repertoire
Song language: English
Ballad 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 |