Carlos Fandango -
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She Went Away on Christmas Day
Oh, she came upon the day of winter's equinox
And love was in the air
The snow was falling all around her flaming locks
Of fiery, auburn hair
Her moon-milk, silken skin
I'm sure was glistening
As she was standing there
I swear, I stopped to stare
With her embroidered gown
Of pretty gold and green
Just like a noble Queen
I swiftly made my way into the village hall
To announce my plans to all
And then I ran back
To my lovely Lady with a deep, red rose
Intending to propose
Looked up at her above
Down on my bended knee
And said, 'I ask of thee
Will you marry me?'
One dozen turtle doves
In the highest tree
Made a melody
A song of love... one true love
As I awoke on Christmas morn
I might have known
That this was all a dream
A wedding dress of beggar's lace
Was in its place
But the bride could not be seen
Now, could it be
My winter bride-to-be
Was just a figment of
My own imaginings?
Searching high and low
In the village green
They all laughed at me
The feelings of a simple heart
Are thus bereft
An empty, open space
She went away on Christmas Day
But left this gift
A tear upon my face
She left without a trace
I'm all alone again
(The village idiot is all alone
And crying once again)
And love was in the air
The snow was falling all around her flaming locks
Of fiery, auburn hair
Her moon-milk, silken skin
I'm sure was glistening
As she was standing there
I swear, I stopped to stare
With her embroidered gown
Of pretty gold and green
Just like a noble Queen
I swiftly made my way into the village hall
To announce my plans to all
And then I ran back
To my lovely Lady with a deep, red rose
Intending to propose
Looked up at her above
Down on my bended knee
And said, 'I ask of thee
Will you marry me?'
One dozen turtle doves
In the highest tree
Made a melody
A song of love... one true love
As I awoke on Christmas morn
I might have known
That this was all a dream
A wedding dress of beggar's lace
Was in its place
But the bride could not be seen
Now, could it be
My winter bride-to-be
Was just a figment of
My own imaginings?
Searching high and low
In the village green
They all laughed at me
The feelings of a simple heart
Are thus bereft
An empty, open space
She went away on Christmas Day
But left this gift
A tear upon my face
She left without a trace
I'm all alone again
(The village idiot is all alone
And crying once again)
Credits
Writer(s): Carl Fellows
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