Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - Perfumes Of Arabia lyrics

I was driving on a journey when I turned my radio on Thinking to hear a story or some old familiar song But all I heard were voices telling me a foreign war They were counting Scuds and Patriots, they were telling me the score I heard the voice of the airman as his plane fell from the sky I heard the man in the foxhole as he watched his brother die I heard the last sad song of the dolphin as he drowned in a filthy sea I heard the mother weep aloud for her dead child on her knee They say the sands are filled with corpses and the wells are filled with blood The snows on the distant mountains make many's the tiny shroud The clouds are black as thunder, they do not hold sweet rain There is only d**h and poison to fall to earth again I couldn't bear to hear it so I turned the volume down Turned into a garage in some little Hampshire town Filled up my car as I took the air of this green and pleasant land And then I recognised the smell of blood upon my hand I've tried sandalwood and roses, I've tried eau de cologne as well Calvin Klein, Chanel number 5, it cannot ease the smell I've tried in every Body Shop I can find throughout the land But the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.