The News from Spain

I have heard the news from Spain

Now you say you've many things yet to be learning

And you don't know if or when you'll be returning

It depends on how

Everything works out

If it can somehow

In Carvajal

And I have heard the news from Spain

Now you've found someone you don't have to be tied to

And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you

As the simple wine

Of the flow of time

Pulled us out of rhyme

In Carvajal

Into a taxi and down to the airport

In only the clothes I was standing in

A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport

The money we saved in the biscuit tin

Running afraid to a strange Spanish town

Searching the sands and the shoreline...

And I have heard the news from Spain

Now the Winter winds possess the Southern reaches

And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches

And the crowds have gone

And I've left my song

To be killed alone

In Carvajal

In Carvajal

In Carvajal