Formentera Lady

Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore line
Cornered by the cactus and the pine
Here I wander, where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
Down a crumpled sun baked stony road

Dusty wheels leaning rusting in the sun
Snuff brown walls where Spanish lizards run
Here I'm shadowed by a dragon fig trees fan
Ringed by ants and musing over man

I'll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down
Won't climb any high thing while the sun shine
Formentera lady sing your song for me
Formentera lady, sweet lover

Lamplights glows on old guitars the travellers strum
Insence children dance to an Indian drum
Here Odysseus charmed for dark circe fell
Still her perfume lingers still her spell