Bishop walked in circles inside the cloistered wall Pondering in solitude on leather soles Just outside the palace down on his wretched knees Husband begged for whiskey beneath the lilac trees
Over in the courthouse Judge sat wrestling with a yawn Wondering would the gardener pluck the daisies off the lawn Annoyed and irritated by a "guilty" woman's whine Poor wife pleading innocence to an alleged crime
Next day was a Derby Day down on the Curragh plains Dry old men of cloth and silk watched the sport of kings Meanwhile back down the town a husband battered down the door Beat his wife around the face and kicked her to the floor
Husband took his own life, wife passed away Judge donned his veil of sorrow, put the children into care They became God's little orphans, learned to serve and to obey To be unobtrusive when Bishop knelt to prayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
