Andorra - Colin Blunstone

The nearer we got to Andorra the sun set on the left

The more the mountains pointed to the black clouds in the West

Hey, there’s a darkness, turned the sky, that’s not the night

Hey, there’s a rain cloud there that’s shutting out the light

What do I tell you?

It’s always the same

When you run for the sun you catch the rain

As soon as we reached Barcelona, a cold wind touched the beach

The sun we’d left in London was way beyond our reach

«Hey», I said, «Darling, it seems a waste of time

Hey, all we do is sit and drink our Spanish wine»

What do I tell you?

It’s always the same

When you run for the sun you catch the rain

In all of the tales of Granada they tell of Islams' run

They lived beneath a Moorish Lord, beneath the Moorish sun

Oh, how we yearned to turn our faces to that glare

But down from the mountains came the rain to soak our hair

What do I tell you?

It’s always the same

When you run for the sun you catch the rain

What do I tell you?

It’s always the same

When you run for the sun you catch the rain