Conzuela Biaz

In the hills above Freno
 By a shiny mountain stream
 A young man laid where he fell
 In the ruins of his dreams
 He looked into the sky
 Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking
 And the women knelt beside him
 Consuela Biaz
 Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
 She bathed his wounds
 And he kissed her trembling fingers
 Consuela Biaz
 Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
 She bathed his wounds
 And he kissed her trembling fingers
 Consuela Biaz
 In the town San Domingo
 As we laughed and danced all night
 To the thrub of flamingo guitars
 Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight
 He came from over the sea
 Full of the passion of when
 You were born to be free
 >From the Valley of Ronda
 Consuela Biaz
 Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
 She bathed his wounds
 And he kissed her trembling fingers
 Consuela Biaz
 Consuela Biaz from the Valley of Ronda
 To the hills above Freno
 Just to die against her shoulder
 Consuela Biaz
 I'm sorry if I have failed you