Francesca Lyrics

Francesca is sweet, she's pretty and she's thoughtful

And when you're around her, you're always having fun

Her hair waves and curls, just like the Tyrrhenian

And her lips are as red as the warm evening sun

At night in the city square, during the festival

The lights from the markets shine and glow upon her face

And Giulio is standing there, entranced by her beauty

And he knew that from his mind, she would never be erased

Giulio has an orchard, he makes sweet ciders and sweet liqueurs

But he cries when he drinks them, because he knows they'd be sweeter with her

For he has seen, a life of purity, residing there in her eyes

He swears, the time is right, and he has to try

So off he goes, but of course, she says no

She says no

Francesca gets lonely, it's cold through the Winter

Her candles are put out as the chilly winds blow

And her garden has frozen, now all she has left

Is some ginger and cardamom, garlic and cloves

At the bar on Saturday, she thinks about what's missing

And tries to figure out what is wrong

Restless on Halloween, bored on Thanksgiving

She thinks of dear Giulio, for whom she does long

Giulio sleeps tonight dear, has the sweetest dreams, so real and pure

But then he wakes up and cries, because he knows they'd be sweeter with her

For he has seen, the purest misery, the palest skies

But still he must try, so on one day, when he felt so strange

And the rain did pour, he went to go knock on her door