South Coast Lyrics - Kingston Trio

South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon 

But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone 

My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My father was a Spanish grandee 

But I won my wife in a card game, when a man lost his daughter to me 

I picked up the ace. I had won her! My heart, which was down at my feet 

Jumped up to my throat in a hurry- Like a warm summers' day, she was sweet 

South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon 

But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone 

Her arms had to tighten around me as we rode up the hills from the South 

Not a word did I hear from her that day- or a kiss from her pretty red mouth 

We came to my cabin at twilight. The stars twinkled out on the coast 

She soon loved the valley- the orchard- but I knew that she loved me the most 

South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon 

But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone 

Then I got hurt in a landslide with crushed hip and twice-broken bone 

She saddled our pony like lightning- rode off in the night, all alone 

The lion screamed in the barrancathe pony fell back on the slide 

My young wife lay dead in the moonlight. My heart died that night with my 

Bride