| Song | California Raga |
| Artist | Robbie Basho |
| Album | Song of the Stallion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [04:44.145] | There is a legend in the land of California of a Queen who rides by night and taunts the watchers of the heart to follow |
| [04:53.131] | And this I've heard and of the few who've seen her fewer yet have followed |
| [04:58.093] | |
| [05:04.826] | They say she comes at midnight |
| [05:06.951] | And picks her lovers carefully |
| [05:09.279] | So very carefully, without a sound |
| [05:12.492] | This lady of the night |
| [05:13.873] | La Senora Del Noche, Dios |
| [05:16.852] | She rides a white-spotted stallion |
| [05:19.434] | And wears a suit of red Spanish wine |
| [05:22.227] | And fills a blouse of white Spanish lace |
| [05:25.469] | A black cordovan hat with dancing fringe adorns her face |
| [05:30.051] | Her face smooth as almonds |
| [05:32.715] | Her raven locks, curling at the temples |
| [05:35.575] | And her eyelids, how they quiver with dignity |
| [05:39.007] | And her eyes, Oh! her eyes, like sabers, sabers cutting |
| [05:43.779] | the night away, cutting the night away |
| [05:46.581] | And always she rides, looking back over her shoulders |
| [05:51.126] | Her shoulders, so haughty, so high born |
| [05:54.482] | As if to say, Catch me if you can |
| [05:57.309] | Oh man, oh man |
| [05:59.462] | And if You follow, the sky will swallow |
| [06:02.047] | And I will leave you my love |
| [06:04.196] | In the willows by the Mountain |
| [06:06.274] | The big Blue Mountain with the white-silver cone |
| [06:09.816] | And you will wait |
| [06:11.266] | And you will wait |
| [06:12.749] | Till it will open |
| [06:13.801] |
| [04:44.145] | There is a legend in the land of California of a Queen who rides by night and taunts the watchers of the heart to follow |
| [04:53.131] | And this I' ve heard and of the few who' ve seen her fewer yet have followed |
| [04:58.093] | |
| [05:04.826] | They say she comes at midnight |
| [05:06.951] | And picks her lovers carefully |
| [05:09.279] | So very carefully, without a sound |
| [05:12.492] | This lady of the night |
| [05:13.873] | La Senora Del Noche, Dios |
| [05:16.852] | She rides a whitespotted stallion |
| [05:19.434] | And wears a suit of red Spanish wine |
| [05:22.227] | And fills a blouse of white Spanish lace |
| [05:25.469] | A black cordovan hat with dancing fringe adorns her face |
| [05:30.051] | Her face smooth as almonds |
| [05:32.715] | Her raven locks, curling at the temples |
| [05:35.575] | And her eyelids, how they quiver with dignity |
| [05:39.007] | And her eyes, Oh! her eyes, like sabers, sabers cutting |
| [05:43.779] | the night away, cutting the night away |
| [05:46.581] | And always she rides, looking back over her shoulders |
| [05:51.126] | Her shoulders, so haughty, so high born |
| [05:54.482] | As if to say, Catch me if you can |
| [05:57.309] | Oh man, oh man |
| [05:59.462] | And if You follow, the sky will swallow |
| [06:02.047] | And I will leave you my love |
| [06:04.196] | In the willows by the Mountain |
| [06:06.274] | The big Blue Mountain with the whitesilver cone |
| [06:09.816] | And you will wait |
| [06:11.266] | And you will wait |
| [06:12.749] | Till it will open |
| [06:13.801] |
| [04:44.145] | There is a legend in the land of California of a Queen who rides by night and taunts the watchers of the heart to follow |
| [04:53.131] | And this I' ve heard and of the few who' ve seen her fewer yet have followed |
| [04:58.093] | |
| [05:04.826] | They say she comes at midnight |
| [05:06.951] | And picks her lovers carefully |
| [05:09.279] | So very carefully, without a sound |
| [05:12.492] | This lady of the night |
| [05:13.873] | La Senora Del Noche, Dios |
| [05:16.852] | She rides a whitespotted stallion |
| [05:19.434] | And wears a suit of red Spanish wine |
| [05:22.227] | And fills a blouse of white Spanish lace |
| [05:25.469] | A black cordovan hat with dancing fringe adorns her face |
| [05:30.051] | Her face smooth as almonds |
| [05:32.715] | Her raven locks, curling at the temples |
| [05:35.575] | And her eyelids, how they quiver with dignity |
| [05:39.007] | And her eyes, Oh! her eyes, like sabers, sabers cutting |
| [05:43.779] | the night away, cutting the night away |
| [05:46.581] | And always she rides, looking back over her shoulders |
| [05:51.126] | Her shoulders, so haughty, so high born |
| [05:54.482] | As if to say, Catch me if you can |
| [05:57.309] | Oh man, oh man |
| [05:59.462] | And if You follow, the sky will swallow |
| [06:02.047] | And I will leave you my love |
| [06:04.196] | In the willows by the Mountain |
| [06:06.274] | The big Blue Mountain with the whitesilver cone |
| [06:09.816] | And you will wait |
| [06:11.266] | And you will wait |
| [06:12.749] | Till it will open |
| [06:13.801] |