La Paloma from Wild Flora by Bart Moore

Last night I dreamed I lived in a flop-house in Madrid
In a room above a cantina in Calle de El Cid
In daylight hours I roamed to find a way back home
So I signed aboard a death ship to San Fran by way of Rome

Come along boys, La Paloma sails at dawn
Spanish galleons, treasure-laden, scuttled on the ocean ground
The breakers breech the afterdeck but we go sailing on
Rum and sangria keeps you high as a Spanish sky

All my euros, I would give to be leaving old Madrid
Unless! In Reina Sophia I could live
Near the museum, in a casa with Maria and Thomasso
In a daze I would gaze at Dalis and Picassos
Come along boys, La Paloma sails at dawn
Spanish galleons, treasure-laden, scuttled on the ocean ground
The breakers breech the afterdeck but we go sailing on
Rum and sangria keeps you high as a Spanish sky

Come along boys, La Paloma sails at dawn
The man from Barcelona and the dancing girls are gone
The morning sky is scarlet, the ocean is a crimson lawn
I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m high as the Spanish sky
I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m high as the Spanish sky
I’ll ride the La Paloma, in my dreams I will fly

• Acoustic
• alt-americana
• alternative folk
• Grand Ledge