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The traitor (1975-)
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.