Señor Vega

Dear Señor Vega come down from the sky
Find my Alita, señor
Look for Alita o’er orchards and fields
And bring her to me once more

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Sweet smell of apples, dark scent of rain

Though its been two years since I’ve seen her face
When they rode off in the night
That look in the window as they pulled away
Confused and in love wild with fright

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I watched as she picked from a high apple tree
Her blouse was so sheer and so white
The afternoon sun caught her breast as she reached
She saw me and flashed angry eyes

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I went to her ladder, crimson with shame
Crimson with heat from within
We walked to the shed and she opened the door
I kissed her and then we went in

Refrain

Dear Señor Vega come down from the sky
Find my Alita, señor
Look for Alita o’er orchards and fields
And bring her to me once more

Final Refrain

Sweet smell of apples, dark scent of skin
Sweet smell of apples, bring her to me again

© Hal Cannon 2011, H Random Music, ASCAP