SOUTH OF THE BORDER 1939 |
SOUTH OF THE BORDER
DOWN MEXICO WAY.
THAT’S WHERE I FELL IN LOVE
WHEN STARS ABOVE CAME OUT TO PLAY.
AND NOW AS I WANDER,
MY THOUGHTS EVER STRAY,
SOUTH OF THE BORDER
DOWN MEXICO WAY.
SHE WAS A PICTURE
IN OLD SPANISH LACE.
JUST FOR A TENDER WHILE
l KISSED THE SMILE UPON HER FACE.
FOR IT WAS FIESTA,
AND WE WERE SO GAY.
SOUTH OF THE BORDER
DOWN MEXICO WAY.
THEN SHE SIGHED AS
SHE WHISPERED, “MANANA”,
NEVER DREAMING
THAT WE WERE PARTING.
AND I LIED AS I WHISPERED, “MANANA”,
FOR OUR TOMORROW NEVER CAME.
SOUTH OF THE BORDER
I RODE BACK ONE DAY.
THERE IN A VEIL OF WHITE
BY CANDLE-LIGHT SHE KNELT TO PRAY.
THE MISSION BELLS TOLD ME
THAT I MUSTN’T STAY,
SOUTH OF THE BORDER
DOWN MEXICO WAY.
AY- AY- AY- AY, AY- AY- AY- AY,
AY- AY- AY- AY, AY- AY- AY- AY.
