Spanish Hands - Kelly Joe Phelps

She’s a gentle bell, she’s a cat eye

A gold breath on a wire

A sing soft sail in the other room

A red hot cleansing fire

My cold feet warm in a straight line

Dancing Spanish hands

My heart retires far early

Away these foreign lands

Away these foreign lands

She’s a yellow girl, she’s a sun flower

A thin wind well mind lead

A glass like sea for miles and miles

A book to love to read

Long haul rolling on the shadow side

Regardless where I stand

My heart retires far early

Away these foreign lands

Away these foreign lands

Mark these days that constant fade

That wilt among the wars

The big ones we all suffer from

The small ones, mine of yours

I’ll throw no coin on grand design

I cannot understand

My heart retires far early

Away these foreign lands

Away these foreign lands

Let kind words surround her mind

Gift her sorrow flight

Give the new eyed sleep of babes

Then let her softly rise

To see the morning brush the blinds

Behind no greater plan

My heart retires far early

Away these foreign lands

Away these foreign lands

Away these foreign lands