I saw her in the barrio In the town where the brothers fought Across the river from the Moorish Mosque The Spanish Christians bow Her hair was dressed by Vesper Woven in the leather wind She grew up in the country You could see it in her innocent grin Run Preciosa, run for love The olive trees need rain Memories of your gypsy past Ride on the midnight train Your lover's heart was way too wild You saw it in his face You walked the graveyard with his child In a veil of Spanish lace Son of Tony Camborio In a souped up red Renault Up the rusted is the red wrought iron Around his father's burial vault Civil guards raise their sleepy heads She spins to watch the car change lanes Though so much time has passed Not that much has changed Run Preciosa, run for love The olive trees need rain Memories of your gypsy past Ride on the midnight train Your lover's heart was way too wild You saw it in his face You walked the graveyard with his child In a veil of Spanish lace The hours paint the whitewashed walls In shadows of lavender gray Preciosa counts the ring of bells The church where the white doves lay Flashing lights of the civil guard 'Round a red Renault they flash Not that much has really changed Though so much time has passed Run Preciosa, run for love The olive trees need rain Memories of your gypsy past Ride on the midnight train Your lover's heart was way too wild You saw it in his face You walked the graveyard with his child In a veil of Spanish lace Run Preciosa, run for love The olive trees need rain Memories of your gypsy past Ride on the midnight train Your lover's heart was way too wild You saw it in his face You walked the graveyard with his child In a veil of Spanish lace © TORNADO TEMPLE; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com