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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