Andalusia

I’ve been ridin down To Andalusia On a stallion brown I travelled In a Spanish caravan Alongside journeyman And a bogeyman The sultan Of Cordoba Sends me to Jaen Once again The battalion Follows The comapnion Of my dear friend Oh the sound of Andalusian Cadence is calling The sound of a battle Is unfolding Oh Andalusia With your fields of gold I heed you song Don’t be afraid Of their evil brigade We will fight on I won’t be long With a song Your men are strong The army is approaching Sun is scorching There is no shade