Constantinople Lyrics - Singles - Decemberists

O, the minarets of Constantinople 

Are plated gold, ivory and opal 

Their cupolas all onion domed and light 

And the magistrate of Constantinople 

Has made a match; his family was hopeful 

Their daughter would be promised a wedding night 

But the Sultan's weary bride, she won't be wed tonight 

Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie 

For far across the town, her lover's lying drowned 

And painted by the Bosporus in blue 

And there's nothing for a broken heart to do. 

Down the dirty streets of Constantinople 

The beggars weep, their hands all wide open 

Their severed leper limbs all swing and sway. 

At a windowsill in Constantinople 

Our Hero sighs to melodies noteful 

And gazes on the walls that hold his love. 

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But the Sultan's weary bride, she won't be wed tonight 

Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie 

For far across the town, her lover now is drowned 

And painted by the Bosporus in blue 

And there's nothing for a broken heart to do. 

No, there's nothing for a broken heart to do. 

Except cry. 

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