in whitewash guard a pale shore-line
Cornered by the cactus and the
Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
sun-baked, crumpled, stony road.
Dusty wheels, leaning, rusting in the
Snuff brown walls where Spanish lizards run.
Here I'm shadowed by a
dragon fig tree's fan
Ringed by ants and musing over man.
my old strings while the sun shine down
Won't climb any high thing while the
Formentera Lady sing your song for me
Formentera Lady sweet
Lamplight glows on old guitars the travellers strum;
children dance to an Indian drum.
Here Odysseus charmed for dark Circe
Still her perfume lingers still her spell.
Time's grey hand
won't catch me while the sun shine down
Untie and unlatch me while the stars
Formentera Lady dance your dance for me
Formentera Lady dark