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