אין גירסה קלה
הצג גם אקורדים
| Intro: |
| There's a Spanish train that runs |
| Between Quadelquidir |
| And old Seville |
| And at dead of night the whistle |
| Blows and people hear |
| She's running still |
| And then they hush their children |
| Back to sleep |
| Lock the doors upstairs they creep |
| For it is said that the souls |
| Of the dead fill up the train |
| Ten thousand deep |
| Well a railway-man lay dying |
| With his people by his side |
| His family were crying knelt |
| In prayer before he died |
| But above his bed just awaiting |
| For the dead was the |
| Devil with a twinkle in |
| His eye |
| 'Well, God's not around look |
| what I've found? This one's mine' |
| Just then the Lord himself |
| Appeared in a blinding |
| Flash of light |
| And shouted at the devil |
| 'get thee hence to endless night' |
| But the devil just grinned |
| And said 'I may have sinned |
| But there's no need to |
| Push me around |
| I got here first so you can do |
| Your worst |
| He's going under ground' |
| 'Well I think I'll give you |
| One more chance' |
| Said the devil with a smile |
| So throw away that stupid lance |
| 'It's really not your style' |
| Joker is the name |
| Poker is the game |
| We'll play right here |
| On this bed |
| And then we'll bet for the |
| Biggest stakes yet |
| The souls of the dead |
| And I said 'look out |
| Lord he's gonna win |
| The sun is down and |
| The night's riding in |
| That train is dead on time |
| Many souls are on the line |
| Oh Lord, he's gonna win' |
| Now the railway-man |
| He cut the cards |
| And he dealt each a hand of five |
| And for the Lord |
| He was praying hard |
| For that train he'd have to drive |
| Well, the devil |
| He had three aces and a king |
| And the Lord he was running |
| For a straight he had |
| The queen and the knave |
| The nine and ten of spades |
| All he needed was the eight |
| And then the Lord |
| He called for one more card |
| But he drew the diamond eight |
| And the devil said |
| To the Son of God, |
| 'I believe you've got it straight |
| So deal me one for |
| The time has come to see |
| Who'll be the king of this place' |
| But as he spoke from beneath |
| His cloak he slipped another ace |
| Ten thousand souls |
| Was the opening bid |
| But it soon went up to fifty-nine |
| But the Lord didn't see |
| What the devil did and he said, |
| 'that suits me fine.' |
| I'll raise you high to |
| A hundred-five and forever |
| Put an end to your sins |
| But the devil let out a mighty |
| Shout 'my hand wins' |
| And i said 'Lord oh Lord |
| You let him win |
| The sun is down and the |
| Night's riding in |
| That train is dead on time |
| Many souls are on the line |
| Oh Lord |
| Don't let him win |
| Well that Spanish train |
| Still runs between |
| Quadelquidir and old Seville And |
| At dead of night The Whistle Blows |
| And people fear she's running still |
| And far away in some recess |
| The Lord and the devil |
| Are now playing chess |
| The devil still cheats |
| And wins more souls |
| And as for the Lord well |
| he's just doing his best |
| And I said 'Lord, oh Lord |
| You've gotta win |
| The sun is down and the |
| Night's riding in |
| The train is still on time |
| Oh my soul is on the line |
| Oh Lord, you've got to win' |
Chris de Burgh - שירים נוספים |
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שירים נוספים מהקטגוריה שיר שנערך על ידי גולש |
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