Donovan - The Olive Tree lyrics

The girl of beautiful face Goes gathering olives The wind that courts the tower Grasps her round the waist Four riders have pa**ed On Andalucian ponys In suits of azure and green And long dark cloaks Come to Cordoba, la** Come to Cordoba, la** Come to Cordoba, la** But the girl pays no heed Three bullfighters have pa**ed Their waists slim and slender Their suits of marigold Antique swords of silver Come to Sevilla, la** Come to Sevilla, la** Come to Sevilla, la** But the girl pays no heed When evening became Purple with defused light A youth pa**ed by bringing Roses and myrtle of moon Come to Granada, la** Come to Granada, la** Come to Granada, la** 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, la** Come to Sevilla, la** Come to Cordoba, la** But the girl pays no heed But the girl pays no heed