Letras
When a child he lived in poverty
Wealth developed in his mind
Handsome, pale, aristocratic ancestry
Byron was his name
Cambridge days, those were the crazy days
He the leader of a new way
Profiled close against a stormy, windy sky
A symbol for the brave
One thousand cups of gold, many the stories told
So many heroes alive
He no one could control, earth was no home to him
Bright is the place of his soul
Bright is the place of his soul
England in the nineteenth century
Had condemned him as depraved
With his exile his extravagance was paid
While the public raved
Water city of the heart he chose
Venice lover and a friend
A crazy caravan, a countess, monkey and dogs
He set a gypsy trend
One thousand cups of gold, many the stories told
So many heroes alive
He no one could control, earth was no home to him
Bright is the place of his soul
Bright is the place of his soul
My daughter, with thy name this song begun
My daughter, with thy name thus much shall end
I see thee not, I hear thee not, but none can be so rapt in thee
Thou art the friend to whom the shadows of far years extend
With the poets that will never die
Northern winds blew him to Greece
In the Aegean waters, ancient battles on
Byron rests in peace