Murcia

Murcia is a rose garden, it's a song
corner that God didn't forget
and it has light and sun, it also has
little thorns in the flower

Murcia is the Rose of Spain! ay! ay! ay!
Murcia is the Rose of Granada! ay! ay! ay!
the women of Murcia are a bloom
of roses in bud, that prick their thorns
because it has in its soil more roses than a shawl
it's a handful of flowers under the sun
and if your kisses are purple petals
deplume them, gather them, give them all to me.