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The Bolsheviks

I was young in the year of 1917
My life's in danger and I wander far unseen
I met Soviet coquette in the nights of the Moscow
Her face was a shadow and her voice was so cold

She didn't want to hold me, she only told me
She didn't want to hold me, she only told me
The Bolsheviks ride into the night
The Bolsheviks ride
So free, so strong, and brave
No one to save, no one to save

Her eyes were as the stars that shine in the cold night
My Soviet coquette stole my heart in fright
Nothing of the words she spoke, were fears to be believed
Her lips told such stories instead of kissing me

CHORUS

Then one night she is weeping, weeping in the dark
I was killed by Bolsheviks I was son of the czar, oh

She didn't want to hold me, she only told me
She didn't want to hold me, she only told me
The Bolsheviks ride into the night
The Bolsheviks ride
So free, so strong, and brave
No one to save, no one to save
No one to save, no one to save, ooh.
 

Words and music by Peter Forrest