PALOMA  

You strike a chord in me baby
Something I know well
Like the sound on a summer day  
Of those old Mission bells  

Now you’re going to see your mama
Up on the peninsula
Where the pines grow to the water
With the eagles up above 

Paloma with your necklace of garnet
And silver all around  
Stay with me Paloma
Then together we’ll leave this town 

In the morning we’ll light a fire
At the cold break of day
Drink sweet coffee with tortillas
As that fog rolls away 

I see you pray The Madonna
With your rosary
It’s true she helps those who ask her
I know, she did it once for me 

Paloma, dark-eyed beauty
Voice like water on the stone
Don’t you leave me Paloma
To wait here alone   

Our words were sweet in the darkness
Your mouth was wet, our kisses long
Your eyes flashed in the shadows, Paloma
But by morning you were gone 

Oh the crown of thorns you gave me  
I threw it away
Down in the dust
By the ladies who sell flowers  
To the lovers who pass that way 

Paloma like the desert flower
You bloom but to close again
You say you’re coming back, Paloma
But you never say when