Spanish Lover

Adorned in locks of dull green
Her ringlets don't' bounce, but sway.
Interwoven cascades suspended in time
A lifeline descending to all who stay.

Atop trees she sits; I sleepily watch her dance.
Her yoke is easy, her burden light,
Iberian wanderer clings, holds fast.
If you've got the time, she's got all night.

So, if you see her,
Enjoy her company and know
How luck you are to see the wind blow.

Spanish lover,
Why do you play such games?
Men have died to see you live
And dance above their southern graves.
Spanish lover,
What secrets do you hold?
You hear the songs of all who pass
and retell stories, new and old.
My Spanish lover,
I'd live a hundred years just to hold.

But even if I got the chance
To have the one I need so near.
She's never meant for just one Oak,
And after me, there'd be no tears.

So, if you see her,
Enjoy her company and know
How lucky you are to see the wind blow.