And are you sleeping, my girl?
Ferdinand von Hiller
And are you sleeping, my girl?
Up! Open the door for me,
For the hour has come,
When we get away from here.
And you are without shoes,
Put nothing on,
Through raging water
Goes our path.
Through the deep, deep water
Of the Guadalquivir;
For the hour has come,
When we get away from here.