He said, "Oh my love, oh my Antonia You with the dark eyes and palest of skin Tonight, I am going from Santa Maria Wait for me till I'm in your arms once again"
She held me, she kissed me, begged me not to leave her To cross on the mountain, my fortune to win But her letter now tells me, she died of a fever And I'll never see her in this world again
You are my sorrow, you are my splendor You are my shelter through storm and through strife You are the one I will always remember All of the days of my life
I curse the ambition that took me far from her For treasure not ever so fine or so fair As the flash of her smile or the touch of her fingers The fire in her heart and the smell of her hair
She left me a note that cried, "Do not weep for me Behold you are with me as sure as the stars That rise in the evening to shine down upon me Behold I am with you wherever you are"
I can still hear him, he calls to me only What once was begotten shall come to no end But the road is so long and the nights are so lonely My soul just to hold him in this world again
You are my sorrow, you are my splendor You are my shelter through storm and through strife You are the one I will always remember All of the days of my life
Oh my love, oh my Antonia You with the dark eyes and palest of skin How could I know that night in Santa Maria I'd never see you in this world againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
