Sicily

I, I was older, but just the same
I, I flew over, was to blame
And I know you can't be sure
And I know you can't be poor

Please Jim, I know that I was wrong
Please Jim

She, used to call me, sweet senor
Someday, in another lifetime, on a pathway, to the door
And I know you can't be sure
I know you can't be poor

Raise their hands
To hail another queen
But she's been long long gone
Another crowd can never mean a thing
Another crowd can ever refuse her ring

I, I was younger, but still the same
I, I grew older, without any fame
And I know you can't be sure
I know you can't be poor

She came, she saw, she conquered
Ten thousand voices roared in the arena
Wine from Sicily and purple women
Ships of joy set sail from Taormina
Ships of joy set sail from Taormina



Credits
Writer(s): Jeroen Linden
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