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Ely Joe

Run Preciosa Lyrics - Ely Joe

I saw her in the barrio 

In the town where the brothers fought 

Across the river from the Moorish Mosque 

The Spanish Christians bow 

 

Her hair was dressed by Vesper 

Woven in the leather wind 

She grew up in the country 

You could see it in her innocent grin 

 

Run Preciosa, run for love 

The olive trees need rain 

Memories of your gypsy past 

Ride on the midnight train 

 

Your lover's heart was way too wild 

You saw it in his face 

You walked the graveyard with his child 

In a veil of Spanish lace 

 

Son of Tony Camborio 

In a souped up red Renault 

Up the rusted is the red wrought iron 

Around his father's burial vault 

 

Civil guards raise their sleepy heads 

She spins to watch the car change lanes 

Though so much time has passed 

Not that much has changed 

 

Run Preciosa, run for love 

The olive trees need rain 

Memories of your gypsy past 

Ride on the midnight train 

 

Your lover's heart was way too wild 

You saw it in his face 

You walked the graveyard with his child 

In a veil of Spanish lace 

 

The hours paint the whitewashed walls 

In shadows of lavender gray 

Preciosa counts the ring of bells 

The church where the white doves lay 

 

Flashing lights of the civil guard 

'Round a red Renault they flash 

Not that much has really changed 

Though so much time has passed 

 

Run Preciosa, run for love 

The olive trees need rain 

Memories of your gypsy past 

Ride on the midnight train 

 

Your lover's heart was way too wild 

You saw it in his face 

You walked the graveyard with his child 

In a veil of Spanish lace 

 

Run Preciosa, run for love 

The olive trees need rain 

Memories of your gypsy past 

Ride on the midnight train 

 

Your lover's heart was way too wild 

You saw it in his face 

You walked the graveyard with his child 

In a veil of Spanish lace 

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