Sixteen and at the seam
Well there were headlamps, canary dreams
I was apprenticed to a charcoal art
As I waited for my life to start
And they said black blood flowed through my veins
Yet in the pit all I knew was pain
Those blasted chambers were choking me
And only Gloria could set me free
But then a woman I chanced to meet
And I felt the coal move beneath my feet
And in the mirror I did stare
At Gloria with the short brown hair
She said "What's to come is way past overdue"
And it's then I knew what I was born to do
And as she moved through the county fair
Not a man in sight could help but stare
So she left them there
Watching and waiting
For the sound of a woman's voice
With a look in her eye gave them no choice
So she left them there
Watching and waiting for the sound
I leave behind a miner's life
I'll say no prayers I'll take no wife
I'll busk my way down to Camden town
For it's there a queen can find her crown
And then one evening she comes around
We tear our way o'er right through the town
And through the sherry wine and smoky haze
Oh Gloria shows me a woman's ways
So I dress myself as best as I can
And ne'er forget that I was born a man
And as she moved through the county fair
Not a man in sight could help but stare
So she left them there
Watching and waiting
For the sound of a woman's voice
But the look in her eye gave them no choice
So she left them there
Watching and waiting for the sound
Find myself in Soho bars
In a world of ashtrays and old guitars
And there were those who say that it trangressed
And there were those who saw behind the dress
Now I clad myself in finery
I sing my song o' for all to see
And all the people how they did stare
At Gloria with the short brown hair
So I dressed myself as best as I can
And ne'er forget that I was born a man
And as she moved through the county fair
Not a man in sight could help but stare
So she left them there
Watching and waiting
For the sound of a woman's voice
But the look in her eye gave them no choice
So she left them there
Watching and waiting for the sound
And as she moved through the county fair
Not a man in sight could help but stare
So she left them there
Watching and waiting
For the sound of a woman's voice
But the look in her eyes gave them no choice
So she left them there
Watching and waiting for the sound