Francesca

Words and Music John Robson 2008
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She’s playing around inside her head a mind full of colour
The random thoughts that manifest sometimes turn to gold
Francesca muses lonely in the afternoon light
Far from tabloid minds far farther as she goes
She’s an ancient soul passed down in time to where she’s standing now
So many lives so many dreams are flowing from her hands
And on approach of the crimson ghost she dips her fine haired wand
Into her palette of memory into a well of song

And the time is now Francesca feels at home
When the day is slow she lets her secrets known

She’s well versed in mythology she attends to her dreams
By morning light she is Aphrodite by dark she is the moon
The poets come to court her the minstrels come to play
She greets them all with cinnamon hyacinth and sage

And the time is now Francesca feels at home
When the day is slow she lets her secrets known

Dionysis plays guitar and sings from the vine
Francesca listens in as she dreams of other things
And on approach of the witching hour she dips her golden wand
Into her pagan heart into a well of song

And the time is now Francesca feels at home
When the day is slow she lets her secrets known.

Francesca

” Francesca’s Room “

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