Once On This Island - The Sad Tale Of The Beauxhommes Lyrics
The Sad Tale of the BeauxhommesA history lessonThe boy's name was Daniel DanielBeauxhomme A boy from another worldAnother people A people descended for the FrenchSome say, some saySome say, some saySome say, some saySome say, some sayFour generations pastIn the time of NapoleonThere came to this islandA Frenchman, ArmandArmand, ArmandAnd he built a great fortuneAnd he built a grand mansionAnd he wed a fine ladySo pale and so blondeArmandBut Armand took his pleasureWith the women who served himBlack peasant girls fromThe village beyondArmandAnd the loveliest oneBore the Frenchman a sonSuch a fine peasant sonFor ArmandA beautiful child, the pale colorOf coffee mixed with creamThe beautiful one, the beautiful sonBeauxhommeThey named himBeauxhommeThe beautiful one, the beautiful sonBeauxhommeAnd the boy grew to be a manAnd the great war beganBlacks fought against FrenchAnd the hated NapoleonThey fought for their islandAnd finally wonWe won, we won, we wonAnd Armand sailed for FranceBy the seat of his pantsDriven out by his beautiful sonThe beautiful oneThe beautiful sonBeauxhomme, BeauxhommeWhat was his is now mineThe Beautiful oneThe beautiful sonBeauxhomme, BeauxhommeBut Armand left behind a terribleTerrible curseI curse my sonI curse my only sonI curse his sonsAll of his sonsGenerationsAll Beauxhomme yet unbornIn advanceYour black blood will keep youForever on this islandWhile your hearts yearn forever for FranceThe unlucky one, the unlucky sonBeauxhomme, BeauxhommeFrom bad blood to worseThe name of the curseBeauxhommeThe despise us for our blacknessIt reminds them where they're fromThe sad, sad taleOf the BeauxhommeBeauxhommeTonton, he needs me Without me, he'll dieHe will not want you, Ti MounePlease mama, please TontonGive me your blessing and let me goI will go to him
