Slow Down the Hillside

Instrumental Intro

Acoustic Spanish Guitar playing Malaguena

Verse 1

Cool morning climbs the whitewashed wall

She waits by the gate where the swallows call

Sun on her shoulders a golden shawl

I count every step of the cobblestone almond and salt in the air

Her hair falls loose like a river of prayer

I would trade the whole harbor just to stand there

And never once ask her name [Bridge]

Slow down

Slow down

Let the strings decide

Slow down

Slow down

Let the hillside hide us [Verse 3]

The old men play cards in the shade of the square

The church bells loosen and drift through the air

I hold her hand like a promise I swear

And the whole town turns to watch us go [Bridge]

Hold on

Hold on

Till the last note lands

Hold on

Hold on

Let it ring out open