Another Country

When we were apprentice to Rome and
We trod the hills of Spain
The roads were open, the company good
We rose where we had lain

You said we'd take our pleasure again
That our love was not in vain
But Spanish girls with raven curls
Would ease me of my pain

When none of our hours were numbered
We strolled on England's shore
Our steps were anxious, our silences long
We rose by the ocean's roar

You tried to take my hand in your own
You tried to rule my brain
But London girls with golden curls
Would ease me of my pain

When all our senses were reeling
We sailed to black Tangier
Our eyes were clouded, our kisses were numb
Our time was drawing near

You search the ashes and search the coal
Searching a common name
While Arabian girls with perfume curls
They eased me of my pain

You sang of lovers as restless as we
Who in other rooms did lie
Rolling and tumbling all over the night
So why not you and I?

You asked me once, you asked me twice
The answer was never the same
While wayfaring girls with ribboned curls
Would ease me of my pain

When we were apprentice to Rome and
We left our tales untold
Our loads were lighter, our burdens were few
Our time was growing old

If nothing was ventured, and nothing gained
Then nothing still remains
And many a girl with her perfumed curl
Will ease me of my pain