» The Spaniard
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Lyrics 		Olé, Olé
That's what the Spaniard say
When he's out to catch the bull by the horns
When he has no fear for the affray

Little boy, little boy
There's a carpet of snow on the ground
It's clear and white and virgin white
Let's go outside and mess around

I'm not ever coming back
To this hard place
Won't you leave, won't you leave
With me?

Now it's a dream that we all have
To be the hero on the hill
To be a god for some poor sod
And have him pick up the bill

Time is a faithless friend
You know it used to be on my side
Now for every day that slips away
A bell tolls deep inside

Little boy, little boy
The sky is filled with light
The hills are high and the sea is cold
And it'll be all right