Frank Turner - The Armadillo Songtexte

I was taking compass bearings for the Ordnance Survey
On an army training camp in Salisbury plain
I had packed up my theodolite, I was calling it a day
When I heard a voice that sang a sad refrain

Oh, my darling Armadillo
Let me tell you of my love
Listen to my Armadillo roundelay
Be my fellow on my pillow

Underneath this weeping willow
Be my darling Armadillo all the day.
I was somewhat disconcerted by this curious affair
For a single Armadillo, you will own, on Salisbury plain in summer, is comparatively rare

And a pair of them is practically unknown
Drawn by that mellow solo
There I followed on my bike
To discover what these Armadillo lovers would be like:

Oh, my darling Armadillo
How delightful it would be
If for us those silver wedding bells would chime
Let the orange blossoms billow

You need only say I will - oh
Be my darling Armadillo all the time
Then I saw them in a hollow, by a yellow muddy bank
An Armadillo singing....... to an armour-plated tank

Should I tell him, gaunt and rusting, with the willow tree above
This - abandoned on manoeuvres - is the object of your love
I left him to his singing
I cycled home without a pause

Never tell a man the truth about the one that he adores
On the breeze that follows sunset
I could hear that sad refrain
Singing willow, willow, willow down the way;

And I seemed to hear it still, Oh
Vive l'amore, vive l'Armadillo
Be my darling Armadillo all the day
Be my darling Armadillo all the day
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