In the hills above Freno  By a shiny mountain stream  A young man laid where he fell  In the ruins of his dreams  He looked into the sky  Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking  And the women knelt beside him  Consuela Biaz  Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently  She bathed his wounds  And he kissed her trembling fingers  Consuela Biaz  Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently  She bathed his wounds  And he kissed her trembling fingers  Consuela Biaz  In the town San Domingo  As we laughed and danced all night  To the thrub of flamingo guitars  Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight  He came from over the sea  Full of the passion of when  You were born to be free  >From the Valley of Ronda  Consuela Biaz  Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently  She bathed his wounds  And he kissed her trembling fingers  Consuela Biaz  Consuela Biaz from the Valley of Ronda  To the hills above Freno  Just to die against her shoulder  Consuela Biaz  I'm sorry if I have failed you