The Finger Of Lesotho Lyrics - Fitzgerald Patrik

He smiled with contentment 

As he placed the present in the box 

Sealing up the wrapping paper 

Waiting for the courier 

The motorcycle messenger, riding through the rain 

To deliver the parcel 

To the castle of his latest flame 

he now appeared preoccupied 

Waiting for the telephone 

To confirm the arrival 

Of the parcel at her home 

The motorcycle messenger, arriving through the rain 

Pausing at the doorbell 

And studying the names 

She smiled to herself 

Imagining the surprise 

But, then, she wasn't sure 

Weather to believe what she saw 

Before her eyes 

A beautiful ring 

Of diamonds and gold 

Still attached to the finger 

Of the man whose fortune that they'd stole 

'The finger of Lesotho'