I have heard           the news from Spain Now you say you’ve mamy things yet to be learning And you don’t know if or when you’ll be returning It depends on how everything works out If it can somehow in Carvajal           And I have heard        the news from Spain Now you’ve found someone you don’t have to be tied to And he dried your eyes and later      he lay beside you As the simple wine of the flow of time Pulled us out of rhyme in Carvajal             Into a taxi and down to the airport In only the clothes I was standing in A scribbled address a toothbrush a passport The money we saved in the biscuit tin Running afraid to a strange Spanish town Searching the sands and the shoreline...            And I have heard           the news from Spain Now the Winter winds possess       the Southern reaches And the sea folds like a mantle    on the beaches And the crowds have gone and I’ve left my song To be killed alone in Carvajal                      In Carvajal           In Carvajal