Francis Alabadalejo woke up one morning and
Prayed to the virgin that hung on the wall
With eyes full of pleading and knees a door knocking,
He told her the dream that had left him in terror
Something that couldn't be reasoned at all
"I saw me a woman, her eyes they were smiling,
Her lips were on fire, her tongue was ice
She beckoned me on, with a finger of bones,
Her flesh was of leather and not very nice
He woke up in fear and sweat beads were gleaming and
Knew in his heart that something was wrong but the
Virgin smiled down with eyes of compassion he
Left feeling better and second to none
Francis Alabadalejo is smiling
Francis Alabadalejo is laughing
Francis Alabadalejo feels second to none
So he came to the hospital, where he was working and
Put on his coat of a hessian brown
The minutes were spinning, until it was tea time
Resting his feet on a chair in the corner
Smoking and passing the papers around
Young men and maidens, old men and children
Babies in arms and arms hung in slings
Old ladies for x-ray, for medicine and massage, to
Name but afew of their favourite things
The noise of the hospital rolling about him,
The synthetic hiss, of rubber shod wheels
The batter of doors and the murmer of voices and
Nobody knows how the next person feels Francis Alabadalejo is smiling
Francis Alabadalejo is laughing
Francis Alabadalejo feels second to none
Said the path lab to Francis, go get you a barrow and
Carry this package to where we shall say and
He spied a long parcel all tied up in brown paper
Nothing to look at and then not even thinking
He loaded his barrow and pushed it away
Rounding the corner the barrow wheel tilted the
Cold eyes were gleaming and Francis was running
Filling the air with the sound of his screaming, and
Stretched on the ground an assortment of pieces, the
Face in the nightmare, when he had been sleeping, lay
Lifelessly gazing blue eyed at the sky
Francis Alabadalejo is running
Francis Alabadalejo is flying
Francis Alabadalejo will never return