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ALDONZA'S SONG (Joe Darion) I was spawned in a ditch By a mother who left me there Naked and cold and too hungry to cry I never blamed her I'm sure she left hoping That I'd have the good sense to die. Then, of course, there's my father I'm told that young ladies Can point to their fathers with maidenly pride Mine was some regiment Here for an hour I can't even tell you which side. So of course, I became, as befitted my delicate birth The most casual bride, of the murdering scum of the earth. Spoken: Don Quixote ""But still thou art my lady"" Aldonza: ""A LADY! How should I be a lady?"" For a lady has modest and maidenly airs And a virtue I somehow suspect that I lack It's hard to remember those maidenly airs In a stable, laid flat on your back. Won't you look at me, LOOK at me God, won't you look at me Look at the kitchen slut, reeking of sweat Born on a dungheap, to die on a dungheap A strumpet men use and forget. If you feel that you see me not quite at my virginal best Cross my palm with a coin and I'll willingly show you the rest (spoken) Never deny that thou art Dulcinea! Take the clouds from your eyes and see me as I really am. You have shown me the sky, but what good is the sky To a creature who'll never do better than crawl? Of all the cruel devils who badgered and battered me, You are the cruelest of all. Can't you see what your gentle insanities do to me Rob me of anger and give me despair Blows and abuse I can take and give back again Tenderness I cannot bear. So don't reach out to me when your sweet Dulcinea you call I'm no-one, I'm NOTHING, I'm only Aldonza, the whore!" From Man of La Mancha Music by Mitch Leigh, lyrics by Jow Darion, 1965 filename[ ALDONZA MLM oct99  8note Sheet |
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