Thank you. In the hills above Fresno, by a shining 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 moving down beside him Consuela Valles, Consuela Valles She knelt there and gently she bathed his wounds And he kissed her trembling fingers, Consuela Valles In the town San Domingo, as we laughed and danced all night To the sound of flamenco guitars, seemed a long, long way from tomorrow's fight He came from over the sea, full of the passion of when he would want to be free From the valley of ruin Consuela Valles, Consuela Valles She knelt there and gently she bathed his wounds And he kissed her trembling fingers, Consuela Valles Consuela Valles, from the valley of Ronda to the hills above Fresno Just a guy against her shoulder, Consuela Valles