Pogues - Lorca’s Novena lyrics

Ignacio lay dying in the sand<br>A single red rose clutched in a dying hand<br>The women wept to see their hero die<br>And the big black birds gathered in the sky<br><br>Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows<br>Intercede with him tonight<br>For all of our tomorrows<br><br>The years went by and then the killers came<br>And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain<br>And lorca the faggot poet they left till last<br>Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse<br><br>Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows<br>Intercede with him tonight<br>For all of our tomorrows<br><br>The killers came to mutilate the dead<br>But ran away in terror to search the town instead<br>But lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away<br>And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying<br><br>Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows<br>Intercede with him tonight<br>For all of our tomorrows