On a morning in May

On a beach outside Monterrey

She walked alone in the sand

With her shoes in her hand

And let her mind go astray



He was a Santa Cruz-boy

He held his head up

With pride and joy

And he was riding the surf

To where the sea meets the turf

And every wave was his toy



And then he saw her and smiled

He never knew such a lovely child

With a curly brown hair

Flying loose in the air

Looking gentle and mild



She pretends to be shy

And makes a motion to passing by

He is handsome and strong

She doesn't walk very long

Turns around and says "hi!"



And his name is Ramone

And her name is Angelica

What ever made them both reach

The same spot on the beach

Always will be unknown



There are stories that tell

That the tide has a magic swell

And that the hundred year pine

Has a secret divine

That is sung by a shell



And they smile and they know

'Cause their young bodies

Tell them so

That they're alone in the world

Unseen and unheard

For the feelings to show



So in the warm morning sun

While the sandpiper makes his run

They make a beautiful love

And the blue sky above

Blessed the day that begun



Two hearts that fly like a dove

As seagulls are circling above

Names that are carved in a stone:

Angelica and Ramone



And they smile and they know

'Cause their young bodies

Tell them so

That they're alone in the world

Unseen and unheard

For the feelings to show



So in the warm morning sun

While the sandpiper makes his run

They make a beautiful love

And the blue sky above

Blessed the day that begun



They make a beautiful love

And the blue sky above

Blessed the day that begun