Francesca - Richard Thompson

Who shook the stars from her eyes

Who shook the stars from her eyes

Who took the shine

Made water out of wine

And left her alone in the world

Who put a cloak round her soul

Who put a cloak round her soul

Who stole the prize

That glittered in her eyes

And left her the fool of the world

O Francesca

Who’s going to save you now

O Francesca

Who’s going to save you now

It takes guts to put your hand up

To risk it all and stand up to the

Tongue twisters

Campaign of whispers

Who dragged her name

Through the dirt

Who dragged her name

Through the dirt

Trampled it down

Burned it to the ground

Left her the orphan of the world

Who put that twist in her vows

Who put that twist in her vows

Who took her speech

Bent it out of reach

Put out the light of the world

Who laid her down, took her rose

Who laid her down, took her rose

Who took her flower

Now she charges by the hour

Left her the whore of the world