The Essex Green - Carballo Lyrics
I lie.Halfway to sleep, sleep so restlessly.For want of a place where lovers we'd beDarling, CarballoWe'll walk the red earthA windy Mars olive-tree covered plainThe ground started to bleed with the falling rainAnd you're holding my hand.Darling, take my weight in goldIt forms any figure you want it to knowNo need of a polish, won't rust or erodeAnd forever to holdYours to hold.