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.