Carne del Toro
Fred Eaglesmith
“Carne del toro,” the old men will say
With their eyes full of sorrow in the little cafés
They light cigarillos
They just look away
“Toro, oh, toro, it’s your turn today.”
The music is playing. They’ve struck up the band
You walk from the shadows; fall into the sand
The sun is a-blazing
You can’t stay awake
“Carne del toro.” It’s all they will say
Down by the river a young girl is waiting
She’ll wait forever with tears in her eyes
“Carne del toro.”
That’s what they’ll tell her
“Carne del toro, it’s your turn to die.”
[guitar]
“Toro, oh, toro!” the piazza calls
There’s no one to answer, no one at all
You rise to your knees
Your eyes beg and plead
“Toro, oh, toro!” Then you just fall
“Toro! Toro!” Then you just fall