Lyrics of B.B. Cole – Poor Beatrice

and the angels cried for you poor Beatrice
your time on earth was short and very far from bliss
you turned heads wherever you have shown
but on your final path you lost your own

so many men around you,
but no one was as brave
so you took it in your hands
to bring him to his grave

while he was sleeping in his bed
into his heart you drove the nail
the hammer landed on his head
and he turned slightly pale

and the angels cried for you poor Beatrice
your tortured soul deserved so much more than this
you turned heads wherever you have shown
but on your final path you lost your own

they knew about his cruelty
but turned a blind eye to your pain
in the end they saw you bleed
and their prayers were in vain

you hoped the veil would free you,
but your savior never came
it was the scaffold where you wore it
and not the altar, what a shame

and the angels cried for you poor Beatrice
when your time had come you sealed your last will with a kiss
you turned heads wherever you have shown
but on your final path you lost your own

Amid a sea of candles
they laid your body down
still spellbound by your beauty
white roses as your crown

they made you a sinner
and hung you up in chains
(while) the hypocrites are gone by now
your legend it remains

and the angels cried for you poor Beatrice
there is so much joy in life that you had to miss
you turned heads wherever you have shown
but on your final path you lost your own