Original Title: "Le Prisonnier de la Tour"
Text: Francis Blanche
Year: 1949
The prisoner of the Tower killed himself this morning,
Grandmother, we won't go to mass tomorrow
He threw himself from the Tower
While stretching out his hands to me
Grandmother, it seemed to me that I was sad
If the King knew that, Isabelle
Isabelle, if the King knew that
You'd never be allowed to the lace dress again,
Isabelle, if the King knew that
The prisoner of the Tower was my only friend
Grandmother, we won't go to mass today
He was my only love, the reason of my life
Grandmother, and my youth died with him
If the King knew that, Isabelle
Isabelle, if the King knew that
You'd never be allowed to the lace dress again
Isabelle, if the King knew that
The prisoner of the Tower every evening was waiting for me
Grandmother, we will never ever go to mass again
It's a sin that love is
And the world is a pity
Grandmother, my lover I loved has been killed
If the King knew that, Isabelle
Isabelle if the King knew that
You'd never be allowed to the lace dress again
Isabelle, if the King knew that
The prisoner of the Tower won't have a shroud
And nothing, nothing but a black hole where leaves rushes in
But me, I'll go every day, cry under the linden trees
And nothing, not even the King will stop my mourning
If the King knew that, Isabelle
He couldn't do anything else but to cry with you
Because he loved a beauty who wasn't for a King
And the beauty, Isabelle, was me.
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