Ellen Foley The Shuttered Palace
To the sons of Europe: won't you come inside
My shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I'm a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say
Now as I stroll down your boulevard
You hear those Fiats and taxis
Blow their horns so hard
When I go out walking
Flocks of birds rise from the square
And all the seigneurs and monsieurs
Pull up to the curb
To the sons of Europe: won't you come inside
My shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I'm a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say
…en francais…
Aaaah
To the sons of Europe: won't you come inside
My shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I'm a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say
My shuttered palace lies awake from the sun
It isn't fare, there, a little further
So why don't you come?
You call out your offers to me in your mother tongue
But you don't act so macho
When I ask you to come
Aaaah
To the sons of Europe: won't you come inside
My shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I'm a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say
To the sons of Europe: won't you come inside
My shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I'm a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say....
