Judybats La Dulcinea
There's no sense in coming to your senses Our best ideals walk on barbed-wire fences All blood runs thin when reality dispenses Tall tales unfold And peasant becomes princess CHORUS We don't all have vision but some of us can see The sweet dulcinea rapt in everything I've made my decision; delirious and free We don't all have vision but some of us can see I saw you there Winnowing the black wheat, singing a dry dusty song Flat as the hulls at your feet Mi Aldonza In your hardened features Nothing replete, neither coy nor splendid All rags and cursing in the white heat Conoci con mi aldonza y yo no la queria Traigame mi guia Get me far from this place But oh too late, too familiar Leave me linger with this dark face CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
