"Andalucia" lyrics - NATALIE MERCHANT

Damned, feel my sudden fall from grace;
Veil can't hide my face.
Dream, how I dream but I always wake.
Try, but there's no escape.

Sigh, under Thy celestial dome.
Lost, miles from home on a sapphire golden coast below.

Andalucia.

Dry, Oh Virgin Mother dry your tears,
Cried for 2,000 years.
Stone of Gibraltar guards the sea,
Africa, alchemy-the gold you cull from suffering.

Andalucia.

Drink, drink a cup of sweet Andalusian wine,
Taste of that twisted vine.
Sour, from the days that came before.
Why crave it more?

Andalucia.