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The Murder Of The Children Of San Francisco (Lyrics)

By Mike Oldfield and Sally Oldfield

A child of love is walkin‘ thro‘ the San Franciscan night
He’s barefoot and his eyes are open wide with heavenly light
His head is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on honeydew has fed
O my tiny hands are frozen won’t you give me bread to eat
My father is St. Francis and there’s snow upon my feet.

O Joseph what’s the knockin‘ in the howlin‘ wind without
Is it the rain or what that’s strikin‘ fear into my heart
O Mary calm your mind while I open up the door
If it be beggars or gypsy sellers they won’t come back no more

O my tiny hands are frozen won’t you give me bread to eat
My father is St. Francis and there’s snow upon my feet.

O Joseph there’s that call again pray go and let him in
We have a little wine to spare if he be tired and thin
O Mary where’s your sense I have to work all night and day
So for you and all our children’s sakes I’ll send the child away

[Left Channel]
A child of love is walkin‘ thro‘ the San Francisco night
He’s barefoot and his eyes are wide with heavenly light

[Right Channel]
O my tiny hands are frozen won’t you give me bread to eat
My father is St. Francis and there’s snow upon my feet.

His head is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on honeydew has fed
O Joseph my love has died with this cruel deed of yours
Take care my man for you did drive an angel from your door

A child of love is walkin‘ thro‘ the San Francisco night
He’s barefoot and his eyes are wide with heavenly light
His head is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on honeydew has fed

Bonus tracks on the 2002 reissue:

Twilight Song.
By Mike Oldfield and Sally Oldfield.

When Summer lies upon the land
And Skies are shining blue
When on the wind the seabirds cry
Your voice is calling too

When evening mist has softly kissed the hills where rivers run
Come back to me, Come back to me when twilight comes

When waving trees appear with snow
And stars are gleaming high
I hear a song above the hills
Far beyond the winter sky

I see you in the silver dew that shines in the morning sun
Come back to me, Come back to me when twilight comes

When in the fields the spring is born
And the frozen world will live
When in the trees the music plays
And the sunlight will forgive

When evening mist has softly kissed the hills where rivers run
Come back to me, Come back to me when twilight comes

Song Of The Healer.
By Mike Oldfield and Sally Oldfield.

We sail the rivers of the twilight sun
We have no harbour when our fishing’s done
We have no home but that of the windy mountain
Follow the sun ‚till the day is done and the moon’s on fire

We had a king, touched our eyes with healing

We wander barefoot on the sunset sand
The summer lingers on our master’s hand
He is a man of love; He is a man of wisdom
Rising at dawn, keep the children warm with his cloak of honey

We had a king, touched our eyes with healing

We sail the rivers of the twilight sun
We have no harbour when our fishing’s done
We have no home but that of the windy mountain
Follow the sun ‚till the day is done and the moon’s on fire

We had a king, touched our eyes with healing

Mrs Moon And The Thatched Shop
Music by Mike Oldfield,
Lyrics – traditional children’s nursery rime.

Three blind mice,
Three blind mice,
See how they run,
See how they run,
They all run after the farmers wife
She cuts off their tails with a carving knife,
Have you ever seen such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice.

Colours Of The World.
By Sally Oldfield.

I be the leaves around you softly blowing
I be the breeze that touches your clothes
If I could be sunshine I’d forever surround you
When the colours of the world in your eyes are flashing

I be the linen around you softly clinging
I be your face you touch with your hands
If I could be laughter I’d forever surround you
When the colours of the world in your eyes are flashing

I be the ruins of sweet smelling wonder
I be the tears that flow down your face
If I could be love I’d forever surround you
When the colours of the world in your eyes are flashing
When the colours of the world in your eyes are flashing
When the colours of the world in your eyes are flashing