Slaughter of Innocence

From Albeycin to Alhambra (Hayes)

In the twilight of a summer evening

the Alhambra’s shadow cast a gloom,

sweet voices from the shade arose,

the sunshine voice of youth.

I couldn’t sit, I sank to listen

to songs of promise and belief,

crumpled in a forlorn heap,

I longed for songs of love and lore

in the shade of cold and bitter war

while they sang songs of pain and grief.

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