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Written by Peter Smith   
Sunday, 15 February 2009 17:16

The idea for the song, although it started out as a poem, came early one morning on holiday in Mercia, Spain, whilst waiting up for my youngest daughter to return from one of the local nightclubs. Looking round I find it hard to believe that all those who went off to fight for the democratically elected gov't in 1936 would appreciate the modern Spain that caters for British tourists. 



As I walked out on one midsummer’s morning
A jubilee since the promise of the name
To taste and smell the riches of the morrow
To see times effect on Laurie Lee’s Spain

There's still the heat and the scent of jasmine
Cicadas hammering down the heat of the sun
But no more mystery and innocence of purpose
Franco’s costa is the victory won

Still the graffiti of the fresco minded
Of fashion and pop and doodling fun
But no more calls of ‘La Pasionaria’
A million Dolores in a land of one

No more calls of the donkey-peasant
Tanned to leather by the sun and pain
Only the pose of mobile messengers
Ephemeral and plastic like the coast of Spain

Bikini ladies as bare as the landscape
Shaped by olives and the soaring sun
Stirring dreams and dazzling the senses
Stymming the thoughts of Owell’s man

Where are the hopes and promises of yesteryear
Where are the bones of Hemmingway’s Spain
Not drifting on the tides and the sounds of the costas
But walking on the morn of an Andean name

Stand to the chords of L’Internationale
Raise your hopes above the flash mundane
Remember the aims of Sam Wild’s army
On one midsummer’s morn in Laurie Lee’s Spain

As I walked out on a midsummer’s morning
To taste and feel the past of Spain
Only the words of remembered poets
On one midsummer’s morning in workers Spain



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