Spanish sky Bluegrass

1. Oh La buena borrasca this storm's a lot like a grief
it's like a fiery love it's like a sharp crystal sea
and the beaches are sad Lord and the dark clouds are real
like black dresses of monks on dead white walls of Escorial.

2. How in the realm or myth and like a fool now and then
I s ee your triumphs of feeling in the arms of another man
I have to think about winning when I shout my own drunken pleas
that after tonight Lord I'll only love women of Velasquez.

R: There is a friendly dance make it and dance it please
magic appearance in the shade of a woman's kiss.

3. The kiss of an old scared mother when the lamp is already out
and something doesn't come back and from an awful distance it laughs
under the cork red wine when I see you again how you cry
how you rear up above me like an autumn red spanish sky.