Virginia Evans: Music
Santa Ana
(Virginia Evans)
Santa Ana comes calling
Wandering in despair
Red tresses blowing
Warm winds everywhere
Santa Ana’s at my balcony
She howls her lullabies
Songs of broken promises
Then she starts to cry
Chorus:
When her heart was broken
Golden pieces scattered the earth
Her dark eyes have not closed since then
She spends her time in endless search
Santa Ana climbs my olive tree
The branches catch her hair
She quiets till she’s just a breeze
Her memories languish there
The sunrise comes in silence
I climb the olive tree
Find Baby Ana curled in tresses
Sleeping - finally free