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