Lutetia - Wendy McNeill

She is so soft on this summer morning

Church bells ring, her dogs are yawning

Warm breeze carries last nights feeling

Wine, music, red river dealings

She is ghosts of grandmothers and kings

Nine million clowns and pretty things

She is torment she is strife

She is beauty she is spice

She cries for the animals, sings for the boys

Dirt road charity, stone in her voice

She cries for the animals, sings for the boys

Inhales disparity, chokes on the choice

She is ghosts of grandmothers and kings

Nine million clowns and pretty things

She is torment she is strife

She is beauty she is spice