Lyrics

In the heart of this night
Somewhere under all these lights
In the labyrinth of this old town beside the shore
Through the archways of stone
Over bridges from a world gone by
In these places that bound our lives, you walk for sure

May the duende* always dance upon your shoulder
May the music of this people ease your mind
And may God give you the peace you hope to find
When morning comes

There's a heart of a child
Somewhere under all these lies
In the labyrinth of this one soul that wants for more
In the archways of stone
Under bridges from a world gone by
In these places that bind our lives, that child endures

May the duende* always dance upon your shoulder
May the music of this people ease your mind
And may God give you the peace you hope to find
When morning comes

May the duende always dance upon your shoulder
May the music of this people ease your mind
And may God give you the peace you hope to find
When morning comes

* The ?duende? is the invisible muse or magical elf that sits on the shoulder of flamenco artists and breathes inspiration into their performances. When an artist has had a particularly brilliant night, the credit often goes to his or her duende. Probably as it should be. Who really knows where the extra inspiration comes from in a live show?