Spanish sun lasts just so long
but night is for our keeping
When solstice gray obscures the day
We waste our nights just sleeping
Peel me back an orange
Don’t it taste less sweet than bitter
When I’m thinking about that dark-haired girl
And how I wish I’d kissed her
Lend me your parasol and I will have green cheeks
With juice of lemon and lime
Your words like little fish swim all around
Ay, me--there’s no love to be found
On our park bench in a public square
Siesta silence fills the air
You and I are full of sighs
As children chase the pigeons
We’re sitting by the barren sea
Where there’s no fruit for you or me
Just fiery light of Spanish nights
How I’m going to miss them
Lend me your parasol and I will have green cheeks
With juice of lemon and lime
Your words like little fish swim all around
Ay, me--there’s no love to be found
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