Procol Harum

Memorial Drive

Procol Harum


Cellar full of diamonds, turret full of gold 
All for a mermaid's locket, too much to hold 
Drink the seals' blood from the ocean, 
Drink the whole ocean dry 
Steal the moonshine from the night-time, 
Steal the sun from the sky 

Black-skinned warrior, Zulu Queen 
Sold for a silver dollar, shipped across the sea 
Worked like a Mexican donkey, 
Used like a hole in the ground 
Branded her skin like she didn't feel a thing 
Crying without a sound