The Days of Pearly Spencer - Marc Almond & Gene Pitney

A tenderment, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoeless feet Inside it's long and so complete Watch by shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Through walls and cracks and leave no trace Daylight's brightness shuns The days of pearly spencer The race is almost run Nose pressed hard on frosted glass Gazing as the swollen mass On concrete fields where grows no grass Stumbles blindly on Iron trees smother the air But withering they stand and stare Through eyes that neither know nor care Where the grass is gone The days of pearly spencer The race is almost run Pearly where's your milk white skin? What that stubble on your chin? It's buried in the rot gut gin You played and lost not won't You played a house that can't be beat Now look your head's bowed in defeat You walked too far along the street Where only rats can run The days of pearly spencer The race is almost run The days of pearly spencer The race is almost run

Vuelo blanco de gaviota Sobre un mar de azules sombras Te pareces a mis sueños Nunca tienen final En la larga noche anclados Cuando apenas respiramos Construyendo contra el odio Nuestra libertad Nuestra libertad Nuestra libertad Vuelo blanco de gaviota Reflejándose en las olas De alquitrán, manchada, vamos Destruyendo tu hogar Quién sabrá escribir la historia Refrescarnos la memoria? Si no abrimos las ventanas, todo seguirá igual Seguirá igual Seguirá igual Vuelo alto, vuelo blanco Los que al ras de tierra andamos Los que siempre te envidiamos Al oírte graznar Quién será el sagrado fuego Que dará un impulso nuevo Que nos lleve hacia aquel alto viento de libertad De libertad De libertad Vuelo alto, vuelo blanco Los que al ras de tierra andamos Los que siempre te envidiamos Al oírte graznar Quién será el sagrado fuego Que dará un impulso nuevo Que nos lleve hacia aquel alto viento de libertad De libertad De libertad

On the first day of Christmas, My true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree. On the second day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the third day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the fourth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the fifth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the sixth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the seventh day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the eighth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the ninth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the tenth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the eleventh day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the twelfth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Twelve drummers drumming, Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree!