Candido & America

Today the sun will rise in the east
I will raise my eyes to the canyon
As the campfire dies, my América lies
Asleep, and dreaming of home
She is asleep, and dreaming of home
But home is here in the canyon
It is red clay, and dust, and no rain
And when I have a son, he will know where he’s from
I am a man, and I have a name
My name Cándido
A big bright car on the highway
A hit-and-run; he hit me, and I ran
There’s my Mexican blood in American mud
I am running as fast as I can
'Cause there’s nothing left for me in the old country
Just heartbreak, and shame, and old truth
If there’s life to be found in this angel of towns
I’ll find it; I’ll find it for you
I will make us a new life, América
Forget Mexico
América, don’t you cry
I promise you, it’ll be all right
América, dry your eyes
Today the sun will set in the west
I will raise a voice to the canyon
As the campfire dies, my América lies
Awake, and dreaming of home
She is awake, and dreaming of home
But I’ll sing--
Oh, oh, oh
(Cuando el fogón se apaga, América se acuesta y sueña de su tierra querida,
querida)