Doors, the

Spanish Caravan

Carry me, caravan, take me away,
Take me to Portugal, take me to Spain,
Andalusia, with fields full of grain,
I have to see you again and again

Take me, Spanish Caravan,
Yes, I know you can

Aid, winds, my galley's lost in the sea
and I know a treasure is waiting for me.
Silver and gold in the mountains of Spain
I have to see you again and again.