Spanish Hands Lyrics

She's a gentle bell, she's a cat eye,
A gold breath on a wire.
A sing soft sail in the other room,
A red hot cleansing fire.
My cold feet warm in a straight line
Dancing Spanish Hands.
My heart retires far early
away these foreign lands.

She's a yellow girl, she's a sunflower,
A thin wind well mind lead.
A glass like sea for miles and miles,
A book to love to read.
Long haul rolling on the shadow side,
regardless where I stand.
My heart retires far early
away these foreign lands.

Mark these days that constant fade
that wilt among the wars.
The big ones we all suffer from,
the small ones, mine of yours.
I'll throw no coin on grand design,
I cannot understand.
My heart retires far early
away these foreign lands.

Let kind words surround her mind,
give her sorrow flight.
Give the new eyed sleep of babes,
then let her softly rise.
To see the morning brush the blinds
behind no greater plan.
My heart retires far early
away these foreign lands