Foundling

Tasting sweet and beautiful

But awful too

Here comes the bride

No-one knows where she came from

Ghostly lady is here to warm your bed

Both now and in the life everlasting

Leaving something in the air

Here comes the bride

No-one knows where she came from

He would give himself ten showers a day

In the murky ponds and weedy rivers

And it was wicked of you big dead boy

Suddenly just went to sleep

Well here we are

I could walk with angels

But I'd rather walk with you

(You are) only a foundling

Ghostly lady is here to warm your bed

Both now and in the life everlasting

Leaving something in the air

Here comes the bride

Nobody knows where she came from