Текст песни The Finger Of Lesotho

He smiled with contentment

As he placed the present in the box

Sealing up the wrapping paper

Waiting for the courier

The motorcycle messenger, riding through the rain

To deliver the parcel

To the castle of his latest flame

he now appeared preoccupied

Waiting for the telephone

To confirm the arrival

Of the parcel at her home

The motorcycle messenger, arriving through the rain
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Pausing at the doorbell

And studying the names

She smiled to herself

Imagining the surprise

But, then, she wasn't sure

Weather to believe what she saw

Before her eyes

A beautiful ring

Of diamonds and gold

Still attached to the finger

Of the man whose fortune that they'd stole

'The finger of Lesotho