Queen of Spain - James Yorkston

This cherry weather these sunlocked days we saw a Chalkhill Blue and a Queen of

Spain the changing of the hour brought winter ever closer we set ourselves

adrift we say goodbye to summer

Your elegant greys lit up amongst your bottle blond in the clay and snow

evening sky they won’t deter the suitors from the hook and the pull of your red

herring past an attraction far too strong for us mere six shooters fiddlers and

dancers

And you let it slip that every door is open every past is questioned loyalties

are lost this cherry weather the choices that we face with me a Chalkhill Blue

and you a Queen of Spain

The foreign ramblings on our broken down cliff cover suggest our frozen perch

has sheltered many others and I carve our initials but the curving of your S

causes all of the problems leaving words half said

And I let it slip that every door is open every past is questioned loyalties

are lost this cherry weather the choices that we face with me a Chalkhill Blue

and you a Queen of Spain

And here’s to the bar the bar where I proposed we fight our hosts upon their

return we upturn the tables a curse on their family name teach them all a

lesson with me a Chalkhill Blue and you a Queen of Spain

And in we slip and every past is open every door is questioned loyalties are

lost this cherry weather the choices that we face with me a Chalkhill Blue and

you a Queen of Spain

And in we slip and every past is open every door is questioned loyalties are

lost this cherry weather the choices that we face with me a Chalkhill Blue and

you a Queen of Spain