Tragedia

His name was Francisco, he worked 'til his hands were sore. Was taken from his home in 1854. Was achin' for freedom, a life which he'd never known. Fell deeply in love, and so the legend goes. Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh. The birds are singing above the tress. Oh, how nice that must be. The sparrow's song is out of reach. For while they sing, they don't sing for me. Her name was Camila, her skin was made of gold. Belonged to another, her love was bought and sold. Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh. The birds are singing above the tress. Oh, how nice that must be. The sparrow's song is out of reach. For while they sing, they don't sing for me. Francisco and Camila met in the dead of night. Where no one could see them, for love they risked their lives.