Lyrics Sons of Cain Are Abel - Peter Sarstedt

Sons of Cain Are Abel

We had this fine old place in the country
Where we grew melancholy on the lawn
Torn between our Sunday worlds
We had girl there who rode a motorcycle
Moving at ninety miles an hour
Towering six feet black
Yes we all used to wonder what was happening
When we danced half naked in the night
Right or wrong we carried on
The sons of Cain yeah ooh
The sons of Cain yeah ooh
The sons of Cain
Are Abel
We never had such a thing as conversation
We used to stare so blindly caring not
What was eating at our brains
There is a torchlight face I will remember
That even I couldn’t pass off as a joke
Broken token drowning slow
We had a half starved poet writing nothing
He used to blurt something out
Then scratch his head
Felt the sickness ruefully
The sons of Cain yeah ooh
The sons of Cain and only ooh
The sons of Cain
Are Abel
As I was walking slowly through the lovely garden
And someone’s sick homosexual half world
Twirled around it maybe love
And then when God made summer into autumn
Just like the leaves everyone began to fall
All, was empty I left too
The sons of Cain yeah ooh
The sons of Cain and only ooh
The sons of Cain
Are Abel
The sons of Cain yeah ooh
The sons of Cain and only ooh
The sons of Cain
Are Abel