Esmeralda

Esmeralda

Dressed as a bride, with veil and wreath
There goes Esmeralda, getting married in the church
God willing the angels don't sing for her
And there in the chapel her vicar is not there
God willing that at night, at the time of the party
No orchestra comes, no one comes
To see Esmeralda, with veil and wreath
In the arms of another who is not her love
Who should marry her, it was me, yes sir
Who should marry her, it was me, her love