Spain - Tom Robinson

Leaving London in the pouring rain

Climbed high into the blue again

Over Europe, above an ocean

I was out on my own

On the tarmac, sunlight in my eyes

Like a furnace, half hypnotized

In the haze I saw the mainland

Then I knew you were home

Spain… I finally came to Spain

Across the straits in Spain

Where I want to be

Won’t you come home with me?

Battered taxis in the marketplace

Narrow streets, little alleyways

I was restless, kind of breathless

Still trapped in the past

Nightfall under the battlements

Sidewalk cafes and mandolins

Across a table in the lamplight

When I met you at last

Spain… I finally came to Spain

Across the straits in Spain

Where I want to be

Won’t you come home with me?

Spain… you finally found me

Spain… your arms around me

Spain… where I want to stay

Won’t you come home

Don’t go, won’t you stay with me

Leave home, fly away with me

Who will find us or remind us

When our moment is gone

Spain… I finally came to Spain

Across the straits in Spain

Where I want to be

Won’t you come home with me?

Spain… you finally found me

Spain… your arms around me

Spain… where I want to stay

Won’t you come home