The Olive Tree - Donovan

The girl of beautiful face

Goes gathering olives

The wind that courts the tower

Grasps her round the waist

Four riders have passed

On Andalucian ponys

In suits of azure and green

And long dark cloaks

Come to Cordoba, lass

Come to Cordoba, lass

Come to Cordoba, lass

But the girl pays no heed

Three bullfighters have passed

Their waists slim and slender

Their suits of marigold

Antique swords of silver

Come to Sevilla, lass

Come to Sevilla, lass

Come to Sevilla, lass

But the girl pays no heed

When evening became

Purple with defused light

A youth passed by bringing

Roses and myrtle of moon

Come to Granada, lass

Come to Granada, lass

Come to Granada, lass

But the girl pays no heed

The girl of beautiful face

Goes on gathering olives

The grey arm of the wind

Encircles her waist

Come to Granada, lass

Come to Sevilla, lass

Come to Cordoba, lass

But the girl pays no heed

But the girl pays no heed