Wandering alone on the ridge of a coast
lost ot the world he had known as a boy
He knows his lover lies south in the city

Passing along and sleepy as night
Warm in the woods that conceal him from the light
he is accustomed to hiding from people

Taking his time as the crosses the bridge
Holding th flowers he picked from the ridge
Walking in the shadows to his senorita

Safe in the dawn he gets under the sheets
His Senorita a heavenly sweet soul
That wa