Spaniard At My Door
Performer(s): Shadows Of Night



On a hot winter's morn
My old Aunt was born
As a sister watched from the floor
I said you're too late you'll have to go straight
And you'll have to work years in the 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 Mr. Clean

Now There's A Spaniard At My Door
And He's Sleeping On The Floor

I'll be married today
A good price to Pay
For I'll alway's sleep in a bed
Kind and Refined
She worked in a mine
But nothing but a used metal sled
Up north it's cold and my coat I sold
To buy me a good bowl of rice
While frostbite set in
I sang Gunga Din
And went off to live with the mice

Now There's A Spaniard At My Door
And He's Sleeping On The Floor

Only yule time 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 you're eyes still point at the sun
Over there on that farm
I lost my left arm
When I promised to work for my life
I stumbled a while
But soon found a style
And finally earned a good wife

Now There's A Spaniard At My Door
And He's Sleeping On The Floor

Now I'm tired and 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's Sleeping On The Floor