A young man laid where he fell
Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking
And the women knelt beside him
Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
And he kissed her trembling fingers
Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
And he kissed her trembling fingers
As we laughed and danced all night
To the thrub of flamingo guitars
Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight
Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
And he kissed her trembling fingers
Consuela Biaz from the Valley of Ronda