Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Olive Tree, artist - Donovan. Date of issue: 17.10.2010
Song language: English
The Olive Tree |
| The girl of beautiful face |
| Goes gathering olives |
| The wind that courts the tower |
| Grasps her round the waist |
| Four riders have passed |
| On Andalucian ponys |
| In suits of azure and green |
| And long dark cloaks |
| Come to Cordoba, lass |
| Come to Cordoba, lass |
| Come to Cordoba, lass |
| But the girl pays no heed |
| Three bullfighters have passed |
| Their waists slim and slender |
| Their suits of marigold |
| Antique swords of silver |
| Come to Sevilla, lass |
| Come to Sevilla, lass |
| Come to Sevilla, lass |
| But the girl pays no heed |
| When evening became |
| Purple with defused light |
| A youth passed by bringing |
| Roses and myrtle of moon |
| Come to Granada, lass |
| Come to Granada, lass |
| Come to Granada, lass |
| But the girl pays no heed |
| The girl of beautiful face |
| Goes on gathering olives |
| The grey arm of the wind |
| Encircles her waist |
| Come to Granada, lass |
| Come to Sevilla, lass |
| Come to Cordoba, lass |
| But the girl pays no heed |
| But the girl pays no heed |