Andrea
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ANDY Andy’s lost, he's lost and he can’t come back Andy’s lost, he's lost and he can’t come back Andy’s had a love, black curls Andy had a sorrow, black curls The papers said that he died on the flag They said so and bore a golden signature, A king’s signature. Killed by the machine-gun fire on Trento mountains Killed by the machine-gun fire on Trento mountains A peasant from the Kingdom with his woodlike eyes, his French profile A peasant from the Kingdom with his woodlike eyes, his French profile So Andy has lost, has lost his love, his rarest pearl So Andy has a pain in his mouth, the darkest pearl Andrea gathered violets at the well's side Andrea threw black curls down in the well The bucket told him: "Sir, this well is deep, Deeper than the deepest depth of the eyes of the Weeping Night" He answered: "If it's deeper than me, then it is enough" He answered: "If it’s deeper than me, then it is enough". | ANDREA Andrea is lost, far, can't come back Andrea is lost, far, can't come back Andrea had a love, black curls Andrea had a grief, black curls, can't come back The paper said dead - dead on the flag Dead said and signed it in gold, a King's hand Killed up the mountains of Trento by Gatling gun Killed up the mountains of Trento, by Gatling gun Forest eyes, farmer of the Kingdom, a Frenchman's profile Forest eyes, soldier of the Kingdom, a Frenchman's profile And Andrea lost him, lost his love, the rarest of pearls And Andrea has a pain down his teeth, the blackest of pearls Andrea picks violets now, all round the well Andrea has cast black curls now, down the ring of the well And the rope told him Sir, the well is so deep Deeper than the back of your eyes, than the wailing night And Andrea he said it's enough - that it be deeper than me And Andrea he said it's enough - that it be deeper than me. |