Ronda

Each time I see those round eyes
Ronda you are my moonchild
Rolling in the valley
Of the Spanish wolf
Howling around my door
Ronda how your eyes get so big
Like moon beams shining
Out

And still the wolf roams
Round and round my door

Ronda there are bulls fighting on your flag
And Ronda they see red
Each time they hear your rag
But don't you ever surrender
To the slave ship where time does lag
The bulls are running down your streets
And its time to trap it in your bag

But the wolf still roams around my door
The moon still rolls above your hills
And down your valleys the wind blows chill
While the prison of your love
Stands atop your cliffs