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 wonder, my thoughts ever stray.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

She was a picture, in old spanish ways.
Just for a tender while I kissed the smile, upon her face.
For it was fiesta, and we were soo gay,
South of the border, down Mexico way.

Then she sighed as she whispered mañana, never dreaming that we were parting.
And I lied as I whispered mañana, for our tomorrow never came.

South of the border, I rode back one day.
There in a veil of white by candlelight, she kneeled to pray.
The mission bells told me, that I mustn't stay.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

Then she sighed as she whispered mañana, never dreaming that we were parting.
And I lied as I whispered mañana, for our tomorrow never came.

South of the border, I rode back one day.
There in a veil of white by candlelight, she kneeled to pray.
The mission bells told me, that I mustn't stay.
South of the border, down Mexico way.
South of the border, down Mexico way.


(c) Octopus