|Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore-line
|Cornered by the cactus and the pine.
|Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
|Down a sun-baked crumpled stony road.
|Dusty wheels leaning rusting in the sun;
|Snuff brown walls where Spanish lizards run.
|Here I'm shadowed by a dragon fig tree's fan
|Ringed by ants and musing over man.
|I'll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down
|Won't climb any high thing while the sun shine.
|Formentera Lady sing your song for me
|Formentera Lady sweet lover.
|Lamplights glows on old guitars the travellers strum;
|Insence children dance to an Indian drum.
|Here Odysseus charmed for dark Circe fell,
|Still her perfume lingers still her spell.
|Time's grey hand won't catch me while the sun shine down
|Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine.
|Formentera Lady dance your dance for me
|Formentera Lady dark lover.