Another Country

When we were apprenticed to roaming

We trod the hills of Spain

The roads were open, the company good

We rose where we had lain

You said we'd take our pleasure again

That our love was not in vain

But Spanish girls with raven curls

Would ease me of my pain

When none of our hours were numbered

We strolled on England's shore

Our steps were anxious, our silences long

We rose by the ocean's roar

You tried to take my hand in your own

And you tried to rule my brain

But London girls with golden curls

Would ease me of my pain

And when all of our senses were reeling

We sailed to black Tangier

Our eyes were clouded, our kisses were numb

Our time was drawing near

You searched the ashes and searched the coals

Seeking a calmer name

While Arabian girls with perfumed curls

They ease me of my pain

You sang of lovers as restless as we

Who in other rooms did lie

A-rolling and tumbling all over the night

So why not you and I?

You asked me once, you asked me twice

The answer was never the same

While wayfaring girls with ribbon curls

Would ease me of my pain

And when we were apprenticed to roaming

We left our tales untold

Our loads were lighter, our burdens were few

Our time was growing old

If nothing was ventured and nothing gained

Then nothing still remains

And many a girl with her perfumed curls

Will ease me of my pain