Constantinople lyrics

O the minarets of Constantinople
Are plated gold, ivory, and opal
Their cupolas all onion domed and light.

And the magistrate of Constantinople
Has made a match; his family was hopeful
Their daughter would be promised a wedding night.

But the Sultan`s weary bride, she won`t be wed tonight
Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie
For far across the town, her lover`s lying drowned
And painted by the Bosporus in blue
And there`s nothing for a broken heart to do.

Down the dirty streets of Constantinople
The beggars weep, their hands all wide open
The severed leper limbs all swing and sway.

At a windowsill in Constantinople
Our Hero sighs to melodies noteful
And gazes on the walls that hold his love.

But the Sultan`s weary bride, she won`t be wed tonight
Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie
For far across the town, her lover`s now is drowned
And painted by the Bosporus in blue
And there`s nothing for a broken heart to do.
No, there`s nothing for a broken heart to do.
Except cry.
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