I saw her in the barrio In the town where the brothers fought Across the river from the Moorish Mosque That the Spanish Christians bought Her hair was dressed by Vesps Woven in the leather wind She grew up int the country You could see it in her innocent grin Run Preciosa, Run for love The olive trees need rain Memories of your gypsy past Still ride on the midnight train Your lover's heart was way too wild You saw it in his face You walk the graveyard with his child In a veil of Spanish lace The son of Tony Camborio Drove a souped up Red Renault With a muffler rusted as the red wrought iron Around his father's burial vault The Civil Guards raise their sleepy heads When she spins to watch the car change lanes Tho so many years have passed Not that much has changed Run Preciosa, Run for love The olive trees need rain Memories of your gypsy past Still ride on the midnight train Your lover's heart was way too wild You saw it in his face You walk the graveyard with his child In a veil of Spanish lace The hours paint the whitewashed walls In shadows of Lavender-grey Preciosa counts the ring of bells From the church where the white doves lay The flashing lights of the Civil Guard Around a red renault they flash Not that much has really changed, Tho so much time has passed...