O CATARINA

There's a moon over the prison
As I lean on my window still
And I'm hoping you'll come to see me
But I know you never will
Yeah I know you never will

I said O my Catarina
O my brown eyed girl
Don't you keep me waiting
For your falling curls

If I could sculpt like Donatello
I would shape you silhouette
From the marble of Macedonia
With your skin so soft and so wet
Ah ha with your skin so soft and so wet

I said O my Catarina
O my brown eyed girl
Don't you keep me waiting
For your falling curls

And you know and you know...
I don't know I don't know...
And the girl come around...
And I smile for a while...

I got my stallion parked out yonder
Dressed Silver saddles and chains
And I'm waiting on the range in the darkness
So come on Catarina feel my pain
Oh come on Catarina feel my pain