El Toreador

He was nobly born

And a Spanish bull's horn

Had left one scar on his handsome face

He stood like a prince

And he had ever since

He had grandly walked into the place

Though the girls of Madrid

Tonight were forbid

For tomorrow he must fight once more

Before he left the ball

He would dance with them all

'Cause he was El Toreador

The day of the feast

Was just a light in the east

When he left Maria's warm bed

Her dark eyes said "more"

But he walked thru the door

Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head

And later that day

As he knelt to pray

He said God grant me this nothing more

If it is the way

And I must die today

Let me die like a Toreador

The Plaza del Toros

Shook from the roar

As the band played the Toreador's theme

Alarmed by the sound

The bull paws the ground

As the Toreador enters the ring

Up and down,

Round and round

On and on, all alone

The shouts of olé

In the heat of the day

Rushed the hot blood to his Spanish heart

And the crowd held their breath

As he flirted with death

And the bull fighter's sword found it's mark

And trying to hide

The wound in his side

He walked from the ring standing tall

And a crowd gathered round

As he fell to the ground

A priest held his hand

Where he lay in the sand

And he was heard to say

A brave bull died today

But he died like a Toreador