[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
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[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
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