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Francesca ©

Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1976

True love from a wonderful woman
Is something so precious and so rare,
When such good love's been found
It should never be put down;
I have often found me wishing I were there,
I were there,
I have often found me wishing I were there.

I once thought I'd found such a woman,
Someone so precious and so rare;
Francesca was her name
But to me it was a game,
In my pride I really thought I had her there,
Had her there,
In my pride I really thought I had her there.

I travelled North and let her go her own way,
She sent me one short letter from Hong Kong;
When I read she'd been a bride
Well, I just broke down and cried,
Something deep inside me knew that I'd been wrong,
I'd been wrong,
Something deep inside me knew that I'd been wrong.

Francesca, I treated you badly,
My soul bears the scars of your pain;
All I have I would give
If I only could live
Those few moments I shared with you again,
You again,
Those few moments I shared with you again.


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