Constantinople-The Decemberists

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:09.03]O the minarets of Constantinople [00:14.88]Are plated gold ivory and opal [00:19.65]Their cupolas all onion domed and light [00:28.56]And the magistrate of Constantinople [00:34.32]Has made a match [00:36.75]His family was hopeful [00:39.12]Their daughter would be promised a wedding night [00:48.15]But the Sultan's weary bride she won't be wed tonight [00:58.08]Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie [01:07.44]For far across the town her lover's lying drowned [01:17.25]And painted by the Bosporus in blue [01:26.64]And there's nothing for a broken heart to do [01:35.94]Down the dirty streets of Constantinople [01:41.64]The beggars weep their hands all wide open [01:46.38]Their severed leper limbs all swing and sway [01:55.17]At a windowsill in Constantinople [02:00.96]Our Hero sighs to melodies noteful [02:05.67]And gazes on the walls that hold his love [02:14.91]But the Sultan's weary bride she won't be wed tonight [02:24.63]Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie [02:34.56]For far across the town her lover now is drowned [02:44.16]And painted by the Bosporus in blue [02:53.67]And there's nothing for a broken heart to do [03:03.00]No there's nothing for a broken heart to do [03:12.63]Except cry