Seb K - Bartali

The angel on wheels faces the Tuscan hills
The champ is on his way
Florence is the start, Assisi at the end of the day
Hardly an effort for him, he smiles
Valdarno, Trasimeno, 110 miles
Ginettaccio won the Giro, yellow jersey at the Tour de France
People wave to their hero
Who carries documents to the Italian Resistance
Our Righteous Hermes Among the Nations
His cellar was a hiding place
While the police & the troops would lose their patience
He beat them all in his most important race
Our Righteous Hermes Among the Nations
Hiding many Jews till after the war
For years & years with the utmost patience
In his own cellar. Who'd take this risk, who'd go that far
Oh, Bartali, you humblest of heroes
Your medals hang on the soul
Not on the jacket, you never lost control
Saving lives, beating the fascist foes
Things never went to your head
The good is done, but it is not said

Written by:
Sébastien Kellner

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