Para El Cuidado Del Mondo Ambiente

Southern streets in mid-winter
Sun hottly blazing and not a cloud...
I'm sitting in this courtyard
Just sipping my beer

For a better world and a brighter view, some would leave all else, trying to find heav'n on earth, but I'll wait on trusting, the promise I've believed

Made it out of the fog clouds
Now there's snow on these old hills
While the sun heats my skin
With the Alhambra in view

Today there's music in the air
You know they're singing our song again
It's the middle of December
And I'm loving it all

Nightfall on the streets
And as the people reach the summit
I see the sign by the toilet
Saying "para el cuidado..."

© Dave Bish