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Dreamwalking Ballad
Green I want you green green wind green branches Boat on the sea and horse on the mountain Shadow on her waist she dreams at her railing green flesh green hair eyes of cold silver Green I want you green Under the gypsy moon things are seeing her but she can’t see them * Green I want you green The great stars of frost come with fish of shadow paving the path to dawn The fig tree rasps the wind with its rough branches and the wildcat mountain bares its sour agaves Who will come—from where—? At her railing she gazes green flesh green hair dream of the bitter sea * Compadre can I swap my horse for your house saddle for your mirror knife for your blanket compadre I come bleeding from the Cabra passes If I could young friend the deal would be done But I'm no longer me my house isn’t mine Compadre let me die decent in my bed A steel bed if you please laid with dutch linen Don’t you see the slash from my breast to my throat Three hundred dark roses on your white shirtfront Blood oozes and stinks in the sash at your waist But I’m no longer me my house isn't mine Let me climb way up to the high terrace Let me climb let me to the green terrace Railing of moonlight and the rushing water * Two compadres climb to the high terrace leaving a trail of blood and a trail of tears Tin lanterns trembled on the tops of roofs A thousand glass tambourines tore up the dawn * Green I want you green green wind green branches The two compadres climbed The slow wind in their mouths left a strange flavor of bile basil and mint Compadre where is she Where’s your bitter girl How often has she waited How often will she wait fresh face and black hair on the green terrace * Over the face of the cistern the gypsy girl swayed Green flesh green hair eyes of cold silver A moon icicle holds her high over the water The night was as cozy as a small plaza Drunken civil guards pounded on the door Green I want you green Green wind green branches Boat on the sea and horse on the mountain Translated from Spanish