The Mexican Fisherman
Lorenzo Barcelata - Ernest
Samuel Llime
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It's 4 A.M. and so he wakes
His boat is craving the
sea's warm embrace
By crack of dawn not to be
seen
There's nothing left where
his sail has just been
The sun's rising higher the
cooler's filled up
By noon he is back and he's
working his shack
He's open for business
selling maritime things
Shellfish and scallops
which he weighs while he sings:
De Vera Cruz, yo vengo,
yo vengo, de Vera Cruz
De Vera Cruz, yo vengo,
yo vengo, de Vera Cruz
Happy is his life on
the outskirts of town
But he is so looking
forward to the sun's going down
When three o'clock
strikes he will try for some rest,
Siesta is a time that
makes your evenings go best
When Linda comes, she wakes
him up
She clears the sand in back
of the shack
He puts an orchid, in her
raven black hair
In a few minutes the gang
will be there
The girls are so pretty and
the boys strutting up
They'll dance up a storm
and they'll never let up
They bring out the guitars
and they pour a little ale
Joselito will sing just
like a nightingale:
De Vera Cruz, yo vengo,
yo vengo, de Vera Cruz
De Vera Cruz, yo vengo,
yo vengo, de Vera Cruz
They're dancing,
romancing on that beach by the sea
Their burning desire is
so plain to see
And so two by two they
wade into the sea,
They try to quench
their passions, temporarily
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