On the sands of sweet Serkonos Did we bathe in the sun Sharing grapes from Cullero While you were the only one On the streets of Karnaca I met you long ago When the sea was still peaceful And the bays seemed to glow
We danced, and sang Until the early ships sailed And when morning bells rang Only then we exhaled
Now the sands of Serkonos They're burning in the sun And the grapes from Cullero Are withered and finally done Now we cower in the alleys The streets where we did stroll While the Duke claims our riches And his firing squads will toll
We run, and hide Until the evening ships sail When the night is black Only then we exhale
So meet me in the shadows Brings your sweetest grapes We'll slip onto a whaler And maybe we'll escape