Lost Segura

Tune "Ainte" trad Syrian. Lyrics by Jude. Recording [Lost Segura]

Alternative tune and recording by Mark C https://www.dropbox.com/s/68d9b9dvzgnr3pn/Lost%20Segura.mp3

Now breathes the wind from lost Segura Bearing a memory of spices as it blows The  orange trees at noon, their sweet perfume  The gardens at midnight where white jasmine grows

Nothing remains in lost Segura In ashes and dust the City lies And pale, beloved bones lie on cracked stones Lost to the sun and the wind and the skies

Carry my heart to lost Segura Tell it I'll keep the vow I made To the city of my Kin - and once again Sip wine by its river and drowse in its shade

Aaaa, lost Segura...