There is a strange house on top of a hill
In Puerto San Pedro
With peculiar blue tint
Wind Whipped but cosy
With a little white door
And it illuminates the coastline
When night falls
With the palm trees draped in decorative fairy lights
And they say the little old woman
Lost her mind long ago
And her silhouette is often seen leaving footprints in the bay
Washed away as quickly as they are placed
She told me she waits by the cove
For a soul she lost to the waves
To return and take her home