Frowning Atahuallpa (My Inca Love) Lyrics

Sitting all alone, looking at the throne of the
one I used to love Sitting all alone, looking at
the stone of my lovely inca love
The huntress stands, with peacock hands she'd take
me to where she lie She sighs so deep, it rocks
the river of her stomach sky

The oval moon, it tans the faun who holds grapes
for my love Sitting all alone, sitting in the
throne of my lovely inca love
hare krishna

I come from a time where the burning of trees was
a crime, I lived by a sea where to be was a thing
of true joy, My people were fair and had sky in
their hair, But now they're content to wear stars
on their brows.