Barcelona Blues

Her lips were as red as a matador's pass
Her eyes couldn't hear your excuse
Her gift was forever that wouldn't last
And all she left was the blues
These Barcelona blues

Her song was a warning of roses' regret
Her denial was all over the news
Her walk flowed like silver castanets
Echoing into the blues
These Barcelona blues

As beautiful as turquoise
In a circle of sand
A necklace of nevermore
With dagger in hand
Raven dark, with light to lose
Floating free as a feather, into the blues
These Barcelona blues

Her saddle was leather of toreador
Her lance as sharp as a muse
Her golden tongue was all that she wore
And blood was pounding the blues
These Barcelona blues

As beautiful as turquoise
In a circle of sand
A necklace of nevermore
With dagger in hand
Raven dark, with light to lose
Floating free as a feather, into the blues
These Barcelona blues



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Wilson, Robert Mcgregor Shields
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