Текст песни Oldfield Sally - The Murder Of The Children Of San Franci
Oldfield Sally - The Murder Of The Children Of San Franci слова песни
OldfieldA child of love is walkin` thro` the San Franciscan nightHe`s barefoot and his eyes are open wide with heavenly lightHis head is covered over with leaves of darkest redHe drinks the milk of paradise and on honey dew has fedO my tiny hands are frozen won`t you give me bread to eatMy father is St.Francis and there`s snow upon my feet.O Joseph what`s the knockin` in the howlin` wind withoutIs it the rain or what that`s strikin` fear into my heartO Mary calm your mind while I open up the doorIf it be beggars or gypsy sellers they wont`t come back no moreO my tiny hands are frozen won`t you give me bread to eatMy father is St.Francis and there`s snow upon my feet.O Joseph there`s that call again pray go and let him inWe have a litte wine to spare if he be tired and thinO Mary where`s your sense I have to work both night and dayFor you and all our childrens sakes I`ll drive the child awayO my tiny hands are frozen won`t you give me bread to eatMy father is St.Francis and there`s snow upon my feet.His head is covered over with leaves of darkest redHe drinks the milk of paradise and on honey dew has fedO Joseph my love has died with this cruel deed of yoursTake care my man for you did drive an angel from your doorA child of love is walkin` thro` the San Franciscan nightHe`s barefoot and his eyes are open wide with heavenly lightHis head is covered over with leaves of darkest redHe drinks the milk of paradise and on honey dew has fed