When Susanna Jones wears red
Her face is like an ancient cameo
Turned brown with the ages
Come with a blast of trumpets
Jesus!
When Susanna Jones wears red
A queen from some time-dead Egyptian night
Walks once again
Blow trumpets, Jesus!
And the beauty of Susanna Jones in red
Burns in my heart a love-fire sharp like pain
Sweet silver trumpets
Jesus!
Her face is like an ancient cameo
Turned brown with the ages
Come with a blast of trumpets
Jesus!
When Susanna Jones wears red
A queen from some time-dead Egyptian night
Walks once again
Blow trumpets, Jesus!
And the beauty of Susanna Jones in red
Burns in my heart a love-fire sharp like pain
Sweet silver trumpets
Jesus!
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