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The Olive Tree Lyrics - Artist : Donovan
The girl of beautiful face
Goes gathering olives The wind that courts the tower Grasps her round the waist Four riders have passed On Andalucian ponys In suits of azure and green And long dark cloaks Come to Cordoba, lass Come to Cordoba, lass Come to Cordoba, lass But the girl pays no heed Three bullfighters have passed Their waists slim and slender Their suits of marigold Antique swords of silver Come to Sevilla, lass Come to Sevilla, lass Come to Sevilla, lass But the girl pays no heed When evening became Purple with defused light A youth passed by bringing Roses and myrtle of moon Come to Granada, lass Come to Granada, lass Come to Granada, lass But the girl pays no heed The girl of beautiful face Goes on gathering olives The grey arm of the wind Encircles her waist Come to Granada, lass Come to Sevilla, lass Come to Cordoba, lass But the girl pays no heed But the girl pays no heed |
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