[Intro]
I think that I've found my way
It shines so clear today
I've fought and I think I've won
God, how good it is to feel the sun
I think that I've found my way
It shines so clear today
I've fought and I think I've won
God, how good it is to feel the sun
I think that I've found my way
Good it is to feel the sun
Good it is to feel the sun
Sun
I've fought and I think I've won
Good it is to feel the sun
Good it is to feel the sun
Sun
Sun
[Verse 1]
There is a legend in Spain
That death walked the land in the form of a man
With a gypsy woman at his side
(Oooh)
And it was said
That whoever saw them dancing in the town square
Would die
[Verse 2]
Tales of Spain
Straightjacket pain and your armour bloodstained as you die
Tales of Spain
Arabic knife in your side as your life slips away
And you cry
[Verse 3]
Marketplace grain
A man selling lice says it's saffron and rice so he lies
Marketplace gain
A man dies alone from the rotten grain bought for his home
And we cry, oh we
Cry, cry, cry
[Verse 4]
Tales of Spain
(Tales of Spain)
One man grinds up; death claims his fall for his own
Oh it's always the same
No one can tell you just why they cannot seem to cry
Oh they cry
[Chorus 1]
Ooh baby
People and places just go round and round
History repeats itself on and on
Ooh baby
People and places just go round and round
History repeats itself on and on
Yesterday's blood tomorrow will spill
[Bridge]
No good crying
(Oooh aaah)
For the good men who've died
No good crying
(Oooh aaah)
For the good men who've died
(Oooh)
[Verse 5]
Tales of Spain
(Tales of Spain)
Again and again love is torn from all life there's no end
Inquisitional pain
Flames light the sky, heretics burn and they die
(They never cry)
Institutional stain
No one can tell you just why they cannot seem to cry
[Chorus 2]
Ooh baby
People and places just go round and round
History repeats itself on and on
Yesterday's blood tomorrow will spill
Ooh baby
People and places just go round and round
History repeats itself on and on
Ooh baby
People and places just go round and round
History repeats itself on and on
Yesterday's blood tomorrow will spill
Ooh baby
[Outro]