Frank Turner - Eye of the Day lyrics
[Frank Turner - Eye of the Day lyrics]
They called me Margaretha the day
That I was born
The day I died the soldiers called me H21
In the circuses and palaces
A hundred names I've borne
From the Belle of the Epoque to
The eye of the storm but, if anybody asks
I named myself after the sun
I was a teacher when I was young
But, I ran away from home
To the East Indies and warm, warm sun
To wed a man I did not know
He called me Lady MacLeod
But the times did not allow
My complaints as drinking dragged him down
So in dancing peace I found
They called me a tourist when
I began to dance
An amateur and courtesan when
I came to France
On the stages, in the salons
I held my tongue i was never owned by any
Man nor known by anyone and if anybody asks
I named myself after the sun
I never cared much for their war
I had seen men fight before
Seen the sickness in their esprit de corps
I would dance for them no more
They came to take me away
From the Hotel Champs Elysée
Told the soldiers I've nothing to say
They wouldn't have listened anyway
Too many men had died
And somebody had to pay
They set a date for my dying day
But as I stood in that killing field
Refusing a blindfold
Staring down the soldiers and the
Hatred of the world
I felt the warmth of the Malay sun
And I smiled for them all
They all thought they had the best of me
But not one of them could
Say what I was called
Just before the darkness came
I whispered my real name
I am Mata Hari, eye of the day
In the cells my body lay unclaimed
If anybody asks, I named myself after the sun
If anybody asks, I named myself after the sun
That I was born
The day I died the soldiers called me H21
In the circuses and palaces
A hundred names I've borne
From the Belle of the Epoque to
The eye of the storm but, if anybody asks
I named myself after the sun
I was a teacher when I was young
But, I ran away from home
To the East Indies and warm, warm sun
To wed a man I did not know
He called me Lady MacLeod
But the times did not allow
My complaints as drinking dragged him down
So in dancing peace I found
They called me a tourist when
I began to dance
An amateur and courtesan when
I came to France
On the stages, in the salons
I held my tongue i was never owned by any
Man nor known by anyone and if anybody asks
I named myself after the sun
I never cared much for their war
I had seen men fight before
Seen the sickness in their esprit de corps
I would dance for them no more
They came to take me away
From the Hotel Champs Elysée
Told the soldiers I've nothing to say
They wouldn't have listened anyway
Too many men had died
And somebody had to pay
They set a date for my dying day
But as I stood in that killing field
Refusing a blindfold
Staring down the soldiers and the
Hatred of the world
I felt the warmth of the Malay sun
And I smiled for them all
They all thought they had the best of me
But not one of them could
Say what I was called
Just before the darkness came
I whispered my real name
I am Mata Hari, eye of the day
In the cells my body lay unclaimed
If anybody asks, I named myself after the sun
If anybody asks, I named myself after the sun