| The traitor (1975-) |
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the original lyrics of the song
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 Bryn-Mawr
USA November 75
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Early version sung 4 years before its official release The Swan it floated on the English river The Rose of Sharon opened like a mess A suntanned woman yawned through the summer Unfolding like a fan to my request I told my mother, Mother I must leave you Preserve my room but do not shed a tear Should rumors of a shabby ending reach you It was half my fault and half the atmosphere Well I broke the glass an arm above that hammer And the fire touched me with a magnet flame At last she said I was her finest lover And if she withered, I would be to blame She held me tight just like a soldier's widow But soon I heard reports of the attack Yes and past her hair and through the steamy window I saw the men of action falling back. But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still My falsity it stung me like a hornet The poison sank and it paralized my will I could not move to warn the younger soldiers That they had been deserted from above So on battlefields from here to Barcelona I'm listed with the enemies of love And long ago she said, I must be leaving But keep my body here to lie upon Yes and move it up and down and When It's sleeping You can wire up the rose and wind the Swan So daily I renew my idle duty I touch her here and there, I know my place I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty And people call me Traitor to my face. |