May Far Away

There's a girl named May,

With a pure heart that's seen a brighter day.

From the Basque village where the mountains kiss the sky,

She's trying to make it, but it ain't no easy ride.

City lights blinding, stealing sleep at night,

She misses her mama and the fields of green and white.

In the crowded streets, she feels lost and cold,

Longing for the village where the stories are told.

Oh, May, far away, from the home you know,

Keep your dreams glowing bright even when you're low.