The sands sleep beneath the mists As the breath of time sets in And the memory of you Settles soft upon my skin I feel your hand of time entwined in mine As you call me your El Cid I return the devotion , calling you Jimena , my devine And across the morning mist We will once again walk hand in hand
In a latter day I found a wonder But no where near the age I am sadden by the book With the many missing page
If you are my Jabal Tariq Then I will be your rock El Cid
But far across there is such distance That no man can rid Perhaps in another life Closer we will be . . . . And I will return as your El Cid As you my Jemena , come back to me
Jabal Tariq - rock of Gibraltar El Cid - national hero of Spain Jimena - wife of El Cid