All songs copyright Matthew Mutch, Dark Pilgrim Music, 2012.  All Rights Reserved.

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The dust tears up your eyes on the Spanish border

The flaming sun is burning up your feet

You should reach Santiago by late summer

I guess it just depends on who you meet, oh ya

I’m walking down my own endless highway

It’s a broken path I just can’t seem to mend

Will you be please be my personal hospitalera?

Oh baby, I know you can

Oh my brave and my lovely peregrina

When you walk the  ancient pathways to St James

I know you’ll undergo some deep changes

But when you come back,  I’ll still feel the same, oh ya

I’m walking down my own dark highway

It’s a broken path I just can’t seem to mend

Would you please be my personal hospitalera?

Baby, I know you can

Thousands will be marching to the cathedral

The rich and poor, the brave, the strong and frail

They say that there’s some kind of comfort you get with numbers

But there’s no one here marching on my trail, oh no

I’m walking down my own endless highway

It’s a broken path, a broken path that I can’t mend

Would you please be my personal hospitalera ?

Oh baby, I know you can

The dust tears up your eyes on the Spanish border

The flaming sun is burning up your feet

You should reach Santiago by next summer

Well, I guess it just depends on who you meet

Oh ya, oh ya, oh ya