In the morning she is waking
With the gold dust in her hair
She is beauty, oh slightly broken
But I love her laying there
Spanish lady, treat her kindly
Feel her warm tenderness
Like Arkansas skies on the Fourth of July
She is painted on the night
And I'm free, free
Free, thank God I'm free
In the morning she is waking
With the gold dust in her hair
She is beauty, oh for just a token
But I can't evade her morning stare
And I'm free, free
Free, thank God I'm free
Won't you please walk down to edit time with me?
And I'm free
