San Miguel

I work at the ranch
I saddle her mare
I ride with the gun behind as she visits her friends here and there
She says, «Thank you, Manuel,» or, «Manuel, por favor,» or «Good ev’ning,
Manuel,»
La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell
I dream of the mission San Miguel and it says to me, the mission bell
«She is married, Manuel, the wife of the rancher, Don Carlos Cantrell
You serve at the ranch
You hold her chair
You carry her boxes, trunks, letters, and books here and there
She says, «Thank you, Manuel,» or, «Manuel, por favor,» or «Good ev’ning,
Manuel,»
La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell
But I hear with my heart what she says with her eyes with, «Good ev’ning,
Manuel,» or «Manuel, por favor,»
Or, «The carriage, Manuel,» or «Manuel, close the door.»