Gloria

Sixteen and at the seam Well there were headlamps, canary dreams I was apprenticed to a charcoal art As I waited for my life to start And they said black blood flowed through my veins Yet in the pit all I knew was pain Those blasted chambers were choking me And only Gloria could set me free But then a woman I chanced to meet And I felt the coal move beneath my feet And in the mirror I did stare At Gloria with the short brown hair She said "What's to come is way past overdue" And it's then I knew what I was born to do And as she moved through the county fair Not a man in sight could help but stare So she left them there Watching and waiting For the sound of a woman's voice With a look in her eye gave them no choice So she left them there Watching and waiting for the sound I leave behind a miner's life I'll say no prayers I'll take no wife I'll busk my way down to Camden town For it's there a queen can find her crown And then one evening she comes around We tear our way o'er right through the town And through the sherry wine and smoky haze Oh Gloria shows me a woman's ways So I dress myself as best as I can And ne'er forget that I was born a man And as she moved through the county fair Not a man in sight could help but stare So she left them there Watching and waiting For the sound of a woman's voice But the look in her eye gave them no choice So she left them there Watching and waiting for the sound Find myself in Soho bars In a world of ashtrays and old guitars And there were those who say that it trangressed And there were those who saw behind the dress Now I clad myself in finery I sing my song o' for all to see And all the people how they did stare At Gloria with the short brown hair So I dressed myself as best as I can And ne'er forget that I was born a man And as she moved through the county fair Not a man in sight could help but stare So she left them there Watching and waiting For the sound of a woman's voice But the look in her eye gave them no choice So she left them there Watching and waiting for the sound And as she moved through the county fair Not a man in sight could help but stare So she left them there Watching and waiting For the sound of a woman's voice But the look in her eyes gave them no choice So she left them there Watching and waiting for the sound