(Richard Thompson) 



Who shook the stars from her eyes 

Who shook the stars from her eyes 

Who took the shine 

Made water out of wine 

And left her alone in the world 



Who put a cloak round her soul 

Who put a cloak round her soul 

Who stole the prize 

That glittered in her eyes 

And left her the fool of the world 



O Francesca 

Who's going to save you now 

O Francesca 

Who's going to save you now 

It takes guts to put your hand up 

To risk it all and stand up to the 

Tongue twisters 

Campaign of whispers 



Who dragged her name 

Through the dirt 

Who dragged her name 

Through the dirt 

Trampled it down 

Burned it to the ground 

Left her the orphan of the world 



Who put that twist in her vows 

Who put that twist in her vows 

Who took her speech 

Bent it out of reach 

Put out the light of the world 



Who laid her down, took her rose 

Who laid her down, took her rose 

Who took her flower 

Now she charges by the hour 

Left her the whore of the world