Formentera Lady

Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore-line Cornered by the cactus and the pine Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow Down a crumpled sun-baked stony road Dusty wheels leaning rusting in the sun 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 I'll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down Won't climb any high thing while the sun shine Formentera Lady, sing your song for me Formentera Lady, sun lover Lamplight glows on old guitars the travellers strum Incense children dance to an Indian drum Here Odysseus charmed for dark Circe fell Still her perfume lingers, still her spell Time's grey hand won't catch me while the stars shine down Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine Formentera Lady, dance your dance for me Formentera Lady, dark lover...