She talked to boys from the far side of town
And in a while one chose her
They paint her face, bringing gifts for her father
And shower her with roses
In the early days they used to laugh a lot
Now they don't even smile very often
And their eyes seldom meet
If they can help it...
Urban tribal
The girl don't have an answer to your call
Urban tribal
She won't feed your babies anymore
She was the last in line
ready to be taken for motherhood
Hand on Bible, distil the urban tribal
From her blood
She'll tell it all at confession tonight
One prayer for hope, one for pardon
The early moon and the glow from the power plant
Will light her way back to Harlesden
one more kiss, dear One more sigh
Only this, dear It's goodbye
For our love is such pain And such pleasure And I'll treasure till I die
So for now, dear Aurevoir, madame
But I'm how-d'ye, not farewell For in time we may have a love's glory
Our love story to tell Just as every autumn Leaves fall from the tree
Tumble to the ground and die
So in the springtime Like sweet memories
They will return as will I
Like the sun, dear Upon high
We'll return, dear To the sky
And we'll banish the pain and the sorrow
Until tomorrow goodbye
one more kiss, dear One more sigh Only this, dear Is goodbye
For our love is such passion And such pleasure
And I'll treasure till I die
Like the sun, dear Upon high We'll return, dear To the sky
And we'll banish the pain and the sorrow
Until tomorrow goodbye
