I've been ridin down
To Andalusia
On a stallion brown
I travelled
In a Spanish caravan
Alongside journeyman
And a bogeyman
The sultan
Of Cordoba
Sends me to Jaen
Once again
The battalion
Follows
The comapnion
Of my dear friend
Oh the sound of Andalusian
Cadence is calling
The sound of a battle
Is unfolding
Oh Andalusia
With your fields of gold
I heed you song
Don't be afraid
Of their evil brigade
We will fight on
I won't be long
With a song
Your men are strong
The army is approaching
Sun is scorching
There is no shade