At dusk through wheat field Through the olive groves And vineyards Insects like aeroplanes Fly past the strolling man Crackling spike plant Hovering hawk All on the ground alive Take a swig of moonshine Listen to the madness whine Andalucian Andalucian Sunflowers Bulls and purple bees Listen to the lone wolf Strolling Take a swig of moonshine Taste it's heady wine Andalucian Andalucian Sunflowers Bulls and purple bees Lone wolf howling Lone wolf howling Strolling wolf Strolling wolf Andalucian The morning star has long since gone The sun is high in the sky Shadowless a figure stands Stranded on venus sands Up in the blue and circling The seabirds watch and wait For movement of a certain kind Down on their dinner plate Where children played A flower lays Pulled and torn up by it's roots And where it stood the empty space Just screams... Down on the flats baby turtles race For safety of the big deep And white caps come crashing in Indifferent to tender flesh Shriek of attack then moving in A raucous clash a gourmet din Of cruel gull beaks and tearing skin Screaming... Lit by the evening star at venus sands Against a blood orange sky There's a shadow of a figure prone Abandoned and all alone Venus sands