Krista Detor Lorca In Barcelona lyrics

Jasmine on the breeze, flowers in the trees
Oranges fall like rain and roll along the plain
Andalusian spring where the scarecrows sing
with brambleberry eyes full of butterflies
Brambleberry blue, cobbled avenue
Colored windowpanes, spinning weathervanes
Chocolate paper gown, rubies on the ground
Abalone shells clacking with the bells
They dance in the street, in the calle
lost amid the crowd, the clouds
the stars, the moon drift lazy in the sky
From terraces of bone and purple cobblestone
the waltzing angels wish on coins and silverfish
Whisper in the ear, lover meant to hear
the brush of cheek and hand, dance of moon and sand

They dance in the street, in the calle
when bells are ringing loud
the clouds, the stars, the moon drift lazy in the sky
In flowers made of wine secret stars will shine
Lovers in a row the only ones who know
Pray you not look up from your glass too soon
'less the secret stars are swallowed by the moon
or the moon, the moon on the calle
steal the stars from you
when the rain in Barcelona
rusts the buckle on your shoe