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I should have known why I loved |
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Driving through the cactus fields |
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Or wearing white leather gloves |
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Admiring the virgin |
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As she stands upon the moon |
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Waltzing behind a second line |
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Or harmonizing on gospel tunes |
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Abuelita underneath the trees |
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Of Costa Rica and her dark shored seas |
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They won't tell me about you |
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They don't want me to see |
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Abuelita you're just like me |
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I do not have your mind |
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Nor your body |
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Nor your circumstance in time |
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But I feel something rising |
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Up through me like a song |
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It's fragile and lovely |
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It's powerful and strong |
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Abuelita underneath the trees |
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Of Costa Rica and her dark shored seas |
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They won't tell me about you |
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They don't want me to see |
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Abuelita you're just like me |
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Oh grandmother |
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Did you have to say |
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Sometimes life |
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Well it just turns out that way |
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Waiting for a boy |
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Waiting for a train |
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Waiting on something to |
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Make you feel again |
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All of the girls |
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Lined up the stairs |
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Dressed like queens and princesses |
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With jewels in their hair |
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Wrapped up in old furs |
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You gave to us that night |
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We were the midnight fireworks |
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We blazed in a New Year sky |
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Abuelita underneath the trees |
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Of Costa Rica and her dark shored seas |
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They won't tell me about you |
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They don't want me to see |
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Abuelita you're just like me |
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I'm just like thee |
