Isabel and the King Lyrics

	作曲 : Purdy
	There's a lady, Spanish roses in her hair
	And they cover the crown of thorns she wears
	And the blood from her lips as she sings
	Do it all for the glory of thee
	And they carry her down, down, down
	Down in the cold, cold, ground
	By the river she used to pray
	Forever now she will wait
	For the king to come
	And the boys who would crave her perfect skin
	And she burned herself, she thought it would please him
	And the iron chain spiked around her waist
	And the poison that she used to hide her face
	And they carry her down, down, down
	Down in the cold, cold, ground
	By the river she used to pray
	Forever now she will wait
	For the king to come
	And she made a bed of broken glass and stone
	She slept at night to prove the faith was strong
	And when her broken body finally gave
	There grew Spanish roses by her grave
	And they carry her down, down, down
	Down in the cold, cold, ground
	By the river she used to pray
	Forever now she will wait
	For the king to come

	zuo qu : Purdy
	There' s a lady, Spanish roses in her hair
	And they cover the crown of thorns she wears
	And the blood from her lips as she sings
	Do it all for the glory of thee
	And they carry her down, down, down
	Down in the cold, cold, ground
	By the river she used to pray
	Forever now she will wait
	For the king to come
	And the boys who would crave her perfect skin
	And she burned herself, she thought it would please him
	And the iron chain spiked around her waist
	And the poison that she used to hide her face
	And they carry her down, down, down
	Down in the cold, cold, ground
	By the river she used to pray
	Forever now she will wait
	For the king to come
	And she made a bed of broken glass and stone
	She slept at night to prove the faith was strong
	And when her broken body finally gave
	There grew Spanish roses by her grave
	And they carry her down, down, down
	Down in the cold, cold, ground
	By the river she used to pray
	Forever now she will wait
	For the king to come

	zuò qǔ : Purdy
	There' s a lady, Spanish roses in her hair
	And they cover the crown of thorns she wears
	And the blood from her lips as she sings
	Do it all for the glory of thee
	And they carry her down, down, down
	Down in the cold, cold, ground
	By the river she used to pray
	Forever now she will wait
	For the king to come
	And the boys who would crave her perfect skin
	And she burned herself, she thought it would please him
	And the iron chain spiked around her waist
	And the poison that she used to hide her face
	And they carry her down, down, down
	Down in the cold, cold, ground
	By the river she used to pray
	Forever now she will wait
	For the king to come
	And she made a bed of broken glass and stone
	She slept at night to prove the faith was strong
	And when her broken body finally gave
	There grew Spanish roses by her grave
	And they carry her down, down, down
	Down in the cold, cold, ground
	By the river she used to pray
	Forever now she will wait
	For the king to come

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