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Dave Sudbury

THE KING OF ROME
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Charlie was a do'e-fleein' man
He said, I can't fly but my pigeons can
When I set them free it's just like part of me
Gets lifted up, up there so high on wings

His pigeon-loft was in a rented yard
That's where Charlie hid from life when life was hard
He was gentle never rough but Charlie knew his stuff
And he bred a bird to make his dreams come true

That year was a champions' race from Italy
They got out the maps, saw all that land and sea
Charlie you'll lose that bird, but Charlie never heard
In a basket the bird was sent to Rome

The day the race began a storm blew in
A thousand birds were never seen again
Charlie we told you so by now you ought to know
For folk like us not many dreams come true

But Charlie said, Come on you've got to try
A man can crawl or a man can learn to fly
When you live round here the ground is awful near
Sometimes I need a lift for victory

One Saturday I'd had a pint or two
I saw a wing flash up there in the blue
Charlie, it's the King of Rome, the King of Rome's come home
Come see him, he's perched there on your roof

Charlie called, Come down Your Majesty
I always knew you would make it back to me
A thousand miles you've flown you deserve to wear the crown
You King of Rome you've made my dream come true

(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)
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