Beau - St Elizabeth of Hungary lyrics

When the narrow streets were ringing With the crying of the poor, As the frozen fist of famine Hammered hard on every door, From the Chateau on the hill And down across the valley floor Came the hand and the heart Of the Lady. She carried from the bakery Of the castle on the hill An apronful of new-made loaves, Her goodness to fulfil. Against her husband's hard command She took the manna still And gave it with the heart Of a Lady. Again and yet again she came The sun-fused earth to cross, Carrying the bread of life To lives so nearly lost Until the hour her husband Made her realise the cost Of giving with the heart Of a Lady. "My Lady, tell me what is this Your apron doth conceal?" She shook her head, but still he pressed, "Pray, tell me if you will!" So should she lie, or yet allow The truth to be revealed? "I have roses, my Lord," Lied the Lady. "So show me, madam, I must see These roses which you hide, For I believe you carry bread And I believe you lied!" And saying so, he tore her apron Down the left-hand side And crimson roses fell upon the highway. "So show me, madam, I must see These roses which you hide, For I believe you carry bread And I believe you lied!" And saying so, he tore her apron Down the left-hand side And crimson roses fell upon the highway.