Lyrics

I lie Halfway to sleep, sleep so restlessly For want of a place where lovers we'd be Darling, Carballo We'll walk the red earth A windy Mars olive-tree covered plain The ground started to bleed with the falling rain And you're holding my hand Darling, take my weight in gold It forms any figure you want it to know No need of a polish, won't rust or erode And forever to hold Yours to hold