Peregrina

PEREGRINA

The dust tears up your eyes on the Spanish border
The flaming sun is burning up your feet
You should reach Santiago by late summer
I guess it just depends on who you meet, oh ya

I’m walking down my own endless highway
It’s a broken path I just can’t seem to mend
Will you be please be my personal hospitalera?
Oh baby, I know you can

Oh my brave and my lovely peregrina
When you walk the ancient pathways to St James
I know you’ll undergo some deep changes
But when you come back, I’ll still feel the same, oh ya

I’m walking down my own dark highway
It’s a broken path I just can’t seem to mend
Would you please be my personal hospitalera?
Baby, I know you can

Thousands will be marching to the cathedral
The rich and poor, the brave, the strong and frail
They say that there’s some kind of comfort you get with numbers
But there’s no one here marching on my trail, oh no

I’m walking down my own endless highway
It’s a broken path, a broken path that I can’t mend
Would you please be my personal hospitalera ?
Oh baby, I know you can

The dust tears up your eyes on the Spanish border
The flaming sun is burning up your feet
You should reach Santiago by next summer
Well, I guess it just depends on who you meet
Oh ya, oh ya, oh ya