In the hills above Freno

By a shiny mountain stream

A young man laid where he fell

In the ruins of his dreams

He looked into the sky

Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking

And the women knelt beside him

Consuela Biaz



Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently

She bathed his wounds

And he kissed her trembling fingers

Consuela Biaz



Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently

She bathed his wounds

And he kissed her trembling fingers

Consuela Biaz



In the town San Domingo

As we laughed and danced all night

To the thrub of flamingo guitars

Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight

He came from over the sea

Full of the passion of when

You were born to be free

>From the Valley of Ronda

Consuela Biaz



Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently

She bathed his wounds

And he kissed her trembling fingers

Consuela Biaz



Consuela Biaz from the Valley of Ronda

To the hills above Freno

Just to die against her shoulder

Consuela Biaz



I'm sorry if I have failed you