Peter Sarstedt - Sons of Cain Are Abel lyrics

We had this fine old place in the country Where we grew melancholy on the lawn Torn between our Sunday worlds We had girl there who rode a motorcycle Moving at ninety miles an hour, Towering six feet black Yes we all used to wonder what was happening When we danced half naked in the night Right or wrong we carried on The sons of Cain yeah ooh The sons of Cain yeah ooh The sons of Cain Are Abel We never had such a thing as conversation We used to stare so blindly caring not, What was eating at our brains There is a torchlight face I will remember That even I couldn't pa** off as a joke Broken token drowning slow We had a half starved poet writing nothing He used to blurt something out Then scratch his head Felt the sickness ruefully The sons of Cain yeah ooh The sons of Cain and only ooh The sons of Cain Are Abel As I was walking slowly through the lovely garden And someone's sick h*mos**ual half world Twirled around it maybe love And then when God made summer into autumn Just like the leaves everyone began to fall All, was empty I left too The sons of Cain yeah ooh The sons of Cain and only ooh The sons of Cain Are Abel The sons of Cain yeah ooh The sons of Cain and only ooh The sons of Cain Are Abel