Lyrics Parador - Sean Daniel

I'm a man of simple trade
Moving things other made
Of modest ship and sail
Blown by the Western gale

Then one day in a port of call
My better judgement took to fall
To the ocean's floor with the cannon balls
That fueled this revolution

Under Spanish sky
Through sixteen sailors she caught my eye
And tempted me to come swing by
And make an introduction

I swear I'd seen that face before
Was it in my dreams or the troubadour
Singing of a beauty born to heal a war-torn nation
When she put her hand in mine
And asked me for a little time to help
Occupy her mind from affairs not to be mentioned

We shared a kiss, yeah, maybe two
And spent the night as lovers do
In a parador beneath the moon
She told me of her secret

She'd given me a false name and royal blood
Flowed through her veins
Here she was a runaway, and I her entertainment

I don't mind though it's ok
We've all got a role to play

The next morning a rude awakening
The palace guards forced our door to break-in
Searching for a high-born maiden
Laying by my side

When a turn and a gentle shake
Could not produce this girl to wake
She must have passed before daybreak
But at least she went out smiling

I said: Wait let me explain
But they came down on me like a heavy rain
Regained my wits before a kind
Screaming fire and brimstone

Carried down to a dungeon's room
Through the bars the same bright moon
Reflecting off the sea
Cellmates with a memory

My prize for this misunderstanding
Seven days till the hangman's landing

I knew I'd seen that face before
Both in my dreams and the troubadour singing
Of this civil war and the characters within it
When I put her hand in mine
I thrust myself to the front lines
Now I'm paying for my crime
Of loving her completely

Seven days quick turned to one
And one the eve my life was done
I heard someone from the other side
Urging me to step back

With a little work the wall was gone
And a band of men, a dozen strong
Collectively burst into song
Singing 'Viva la Republica

Under Spanish sky
A fugitive fled into the night
Whose company was none too bright
Yet better than the gallows
So I joined a gang
No, rebellion's a better name
And we took our claim to a flying piece of fabric

But in my heart there's still a room
In a parador beneath the moon
That I go back to all the time