...the silk and satin of a dark eyed latin lady....
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Sitting by the harbour wall, looking at the grey, northern sea singing your songs of the Cleveland hills - the moors, the rivers and the valleys... As the autumn chills you to the bone, do you long for the sunny Straits that you once called your home? Do you long again for the coast of Spain? CHORUS: As the mist rolls in on the Tees, do you ever remember the days when the noonday sun sent you searching for somewhere shady? Do you ever remember the time, when you took the fruit fresh from the vine, your life was one long bottle of wine - or maybe... you remember the blood red rose, you remember the dancing toes or the click of a heel, makes your memory steal to the silk and satin of a dark eyed latin lady..........? When you're walking down a rainy street, your guitar and your suitcase heavy in your hand... do you feel again the seaspray on your face - when you lay dreaming on her golden sand? And as the winter closes in before your eyes - you see the planes fly southward across the darkening skies... Do you trace the tail of their cloudy trail?..... CHORUS: As the mist rolls in on the Tees, do you ever remember the days when the noonday sun sent you searching for somewhere shady? Do you ever remember the time, when you took the fruit fresh from the vine, when life was one long bottle of wine - or maybe... you remember the blood red rose, you remember the dancing toes or the click of a heel, makes your memory steal to the silk and satin of a dark eyed latin lady..........? And was there just one night when there was too much wine? When all the earth spun round and all the stars got out of line? You went dancing down the street - became a one-man band and you held the dark-eyed lady and the whole world in your hand? Oh music man I understand the need to see your home once more... the old familiar ways, the friends you left behind when you went walking on that distant shore. So many scenes of life your tumbling rhymes recall - was there just one place, one time, you loved above them all? One haunting song that still lingers on?...... CHORUS: As the mist rolls in on the Tees, do you ever remember the days when the noonday sun sent you searching for somewhere shady? Do you ever remember the time, when you took the fruit fresh from the vine, when life was one long bottle of wine - or maybe... you remember the blood red rose, you remember the dancing toes or the click of a heel, makes your memory steal to the silk and satin of a dark eyed latin lady..........? (For Vin Garbutt with lots of love) Available NOW on 'THE LOST LEADER' V. A. M. P. 1 |
