Frank, Jackson C. - Prima Donna Of Swans Lyrics






Having seen the Madonna of Swans
Are you satisfied with your last trip
Lemonade and some pills for the heat
And ice upon the wounds our lady prays for you
But you go on tugging sleeves
Sorting out the leaves
To sacrifice all your grieves
And swearing bitterly each time
Something else is ruined

Locked away in Sand City
Have you ever wondered how you might ever leave
With the boatman taking coins all around
Shadows speaking softly of the coming rain
As you move to midstream
Upon a glass of dream
Wide is the boat of your dreams
And without looking very far
Did you find the meaning

The windless path of an Abraham
Is yours to climb for the splendor of believing
Wake to find each morning
The very final warning
Your day has no dawning
And as usual the truth was something missing

Too late no, no, no you are forgiven
In the waters that surround you now
You have no meaning
You see only the flying seabird
And you argue what went wrong
With deciding who was leaving
I was here, I was here, I was here
And I've traveled long enough on your shoulders
I have traveled long enough on your shoulders
I have traveled long enough upon your shoulders





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  1. M.... G....

    its all over now baby blue but better

  2. S.... a....

    Having seen the Madonna of Swans
    Are you satisfied with your last trip
    Lemonade and some pills for the heat
    And ice upon the wounds our lady prays for you
    But you go on tugging sleeves
    Sorting out the leaves
    To sacrifice all your grieves
    And swearing bitterly each time
    Something else is ruined

    Locked away in Sand City
    Have you ever wondered how you might ever leave
    With the boatman taking coins all around
    Shadows speaking softly of the coming rain
    As you move to midstream
    Upon a glass of dream
    Wide is the boat of your dreams
    And without looking very far
    Did you find the meaning

    The windless path of an Abraham
    Is yours to climb for the splendor of believing
    Wake to find each morning
    The very final warning
    Your day has no dawning
    And as usual the truth was something missing

    Too late no, no, no you are forgiven
    In the waters that surround you now
    You have no meaning
    You see only the flying seabird
    And you argue what went wrong
    With deciding who was leaving
    I was here, I was here, I was here
    And I've traveled long enough on your shoulders
    I have traveled long enough on your shoulders
    I have traveled long enough upon your shoulders

  3. C.... M....

    I feel that Jackson C. Frank was one of the most important, yet least known Folk artists of the mid-60's.

  4. R.... B....

    I just can't find the lyrics for this song anywhere

    R.... B....

    https://genius.com/Jackson-c-frank-prima-donna-of-the-swans-lyrics


    Having seen the Madonna of Swans

    Are you satisfied with your last trip

    Lemonade and some pills for the heat

    And ice upon the wounds our lady prays for you

    But you go on tugging sleeves

    Sorting out the leaves

    To sacrifice all your grieves

    And swearing bitterly each time

    Something else is ruined



    Locked away in Sand City

    Have you ever wondered how you might ever leave

    With the boatman taking coins all around

    Shadows speaking softly of the coming rain

    As you move to midstream

    Upon a glass of dream

    Wide is the boat of your dreams

    And without looking very far

    Did you find the meaning



    The windless path of an Abraham

    Is yours to climb for the splendor of believing

    Wake to find each morning

    The very final warning

    Your day has no dawning

    And as usual the truth was something missing



    Too late no, no, no you are forgiven

    In the waters that surround you now

    You have no meaning

    You see only the flying seabird

    And you argue what went wrong

    With deciding who was leaving

    I was here, I was here, I was here

    And I've traveled long enough on your shoulders

    I have traveled long enough on your shoulders

    I have traveled long enough upon your shoulders

  5. J.... B....

    Blues do run the game