Letras
Monkey hair has turned to fair
And skirts the brow of passion's furrow
This she cries, let no man's lies
Move through my womb and add to my sorrow
God of plunder, God of ill
Send my love to distant hill
All to raise his drooping shares
Encasing my heart in monkey hairs
Times are my mind takes flight
Clouded by day and fiery by night
Master of heartbreak, the sting in your tail
Is over and wasted, it's fruitless and frail
Flags are waving, banners fly
Truth is marching, here am I
Wounded and lonely, stronger and clear
No coward to flinch, no traitor to fear this
Monkey hair has turned to fair
And skirts the brow of passion's furrow
This she cries, let no man's lies
Move through my womb and add to my sorrow
God of plunder, God of ill
Send my love to distant hill
All to raise his drooping shares
Encasing my heart in monkey hairs