Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gloria, artist - The Trials of Cato. Date of issue: 14.02.2023
Song language: English
Gloria |
| Sixteen and at the seam |
| Well there were headlamps, canary dreams |
| I was apprenticed to a charcoal art |
| As I waited for my life to start |
| And they said black blood flowed through my veins |
| Yet in the pit all I knew was pain |
| Those blasted chambers were choking me |
| And only Gloria could set me free |
| But then a woman I chanced to meet |
| And I felt the coal move beneath my feet |
| And in the mirror I did stare |
| At Gloria with the short brown hair |
| She said «What's to come is way past overdue» |
| And it’s then I knew what I was born to do |
| And as she moved through the county fair |
| Not a man in sight could help but stare |
| So she left them there |
| Watching and waiting |
| For the sound of a woman’s voice |
| With a look in her eye gave them no choice |
| So she left them there |
| Watching and waiting for the sound |
| I leave behind a miner’s life |
| I’ll say no prayers I’ll take no wife |
| I’ll busk my way down to Camden town |
| For it’s there a queen can find her crown |
| And then one evening she comes around |
| We tear our way o’er right through the town |
| And through the sherry wine and smoky haze |
| Oh Gloria shows me a woman’s ways |
| So I dress myself as best as I can |
| And ne’er forget that I was born a man |
| And as she moved through the county fair |
| Not a man in sight could help but stare |
| So she left them there |
| Watching and waiting |
| For the sound of a woman’s voice |
| But the look in her eye gave them no choice |
| So she left them there |
| Watching and waiting for the sound |
| Find myself in Soho bars |
| In a world of ashtrays and old guitars |
| And there were those who say that it trangressed |
| And there were those who saw behind the dress |
| Now I clad myself in finery |
| I sing my song o' for all to see |
| And all the people how they did stare |
| At Gloria with the short brown hair |
| So I dressed myself as best as I can |
| And ne’er forget that I was born a man |
| And as she moved through the county fair |
| Not a man in sight could help but stare |
| So she left them there |
| Watching and waiting |
| For the sound of a woman’s voice |
| But the look in her eye gave them no choice |
| So she left them there |
| Watching and waiting for the sound |
| And as she moved through the county fair |
| Not a man in sight could help but stare |
| So she left them there |
| Watching and waiting |
| For the sound of a woman’s voice |
| But the look in her eyes gave them no choice |
| So she left them there |
| Watching and waiting for the sound |