The Murder Of The Children Of San Francisco - The Sallyangie, Mike Oldfield, 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 honey dew 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’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 litte wine to spare if he be tired and thin

O Mary where’s your sense I have to work both night and day

For you and all our childrens sakes I’ll drive the child away

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 honey dew 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 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 honey dew has fed