SPANIARD AT MY DOOR

The Shadows Of Night - 1969




On a hot Winter's morn my old Aunt was born
As a sister watched on the floor
I said you're too late, you'll have to go straight
And you'll have to work years in a store

I cannot see straight because of my mate
And I think you look quite like a queen
I haven't much time, I live with the crime
And I look like a bad blistered queen

Now there's a Spaniard at my door
And he is sleeping on the floor

I'll be married today, a good price to pay
For I'll always sleep in a bed
Kind and refined, she worked in a mine
With nothing but a used nail sled

Up North it's cold, and my coat I sold
To buy me good bowl of rice
While frost bites again, I sang Gunga Din
And went on to live with the mice

Now there's a Spaniard at my door
And he is sleeping on the floor

Only Yuletime will tell if you live in a bell
And the ringing hasn't begun
As you crawl to the edge, it's just like I said
And your eyes still point at the Sun

Oh, but there on that farm I lost my left arm
When I promised to duel for my life
I stumbled awhile, but soon found a style
And finally earned a good wife

Now there's a Spaniard at my door
And he is sleeping on the floor

Aah, I'm turning old, afraid of the cold
No years have I ever had plenty
Well, it's over and blue, I'm finally through
I'm dead at the sweet age of twenty

Now there's a Spaniard at my door
And he is sleepin' on the floor


(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - December 2008)