South of the border
I sent Rosa to wait.
I plan to meet her,
But I'm running late.
Was got at the table
Pulling cards from my sleeve.
The death of her youngest my mother will grieve.
Rosa
I am so sorry to have left you
Rosa
We will meet again
May be a spirit,
But I won't leave your side.
You're finally meeting
The man I tried to hide.
I have crossed over
Leaving nothing behind.
Not even the heart of
The love of my life.
Rosa
I am so sorry to have left you
Rosa
We will meet again