The Doors - Wild Child All right! Wild child full of grace Savior of the human race Your cool face. Natural child, terrible child, Not your mother's or your father's child. You're our child, screamin' wild. (An ancient lunatic reigns in the trees of the night. Ha, ha, ha, ha.) With hunger at her heels, Freedom in her eyes, She dances on her knees, Pirate prince at her side Stirring into a hollow idol's eyes. Wild child full of grace Savior of the human race Your cool face, Your cool face, Your cool face. "You remember when we were in Africa?" | The Doors - Spanish Caravan Carry me caravan take me away Take me to Portugal, take me to Spain Andalusia with fields full of grain I have to see you again and again Take me, spanish caravan Yes, I know you can Trade winds find galleons lost in the sea I know where treasure is waiting for me Silver and gold in the mountains of Spain I have to see you again and again Take me, spanish caravan Yes, I know you can |
