Santa Ana

Ooooh

Child of the valley, the mountains crown his mind

The West is dark and brooding, while the East is warm and kind

Stands between these powers, and he feels the western pull

Though he knows it's in the sparrowhawks

that he'll heal and be made whole

Ooooh

Santa Ana, oh you rush down from the East

And I wonder if I won't find no one better

Santa Ana, oh you love him as you ought

And you fan the flame that's caught beneath his skin

And you kiss his rosy cheeks and leave again

Ooooh

Child of the valley, tries to call him kin

But spends her time a-wonderin' where he is and where he's been

Basking in the shadows that he's casting in his wake

Then she hears that mournful melody and

And her hands begin to shake

Santa Ana, oh you come down from the hills

And you sing of hope and sorrow as you're passing

Santa Ana, I won't love him like I could

For I sense that something good is in his sights

So I bless the burning wind that blows and bites

Ooooh

Oh I bless the burning wind that blows and bites