Gabriela - Words and Music by Douglas Osborne



Matted hair and dirty feet

a dress you sewed from a sheet

worked the fields in the hot summer light

danced a dream when the fire burned bright


you somehow grabbed me, I thought your eyes were the thing

but I stopped cold dead when I heard you sing


Gabriela, cinnamon skin and scent of clove

I’m caught hard in the web you wove

to know you and want you I must always forgive

a butterfly tied to the ground cannot live


Gabriella

Gabriella

Gabriella


I almost died when you woke me from sleep

and we worked up a sweat in the Amazon deep

when I found my place I hoped you would stay

then I set my stake and you just walked away


I would give an arm, I would give anything

if you’d dance by the fire, and your sweet lips would sing


Gabriela, cinnamon skin and scent of clove

I’m caught hard in the web you wove

to know you and want you I must always forgive

a butterfly tied to the ground cannot live


Gabriella

Gabriella

Gabriella


© 2015 Douglas W Osborne, redandslow music, BMI All Rights Reserved