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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)

    


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