Rosita

She is the owner of my love,
has the name of a flower,
but she is much prettier,
Rosita, Rosita.

Chorus.
She is the owner of my love,
has the name of a flower,
but she is much prettier,
Rosita, Rosita.

In the field is the flower,
always waiting for the sun,
and she waits for me at home,
Rosita, Rosita.

A Rose and love,
are one thing,
when I look at her face,
Rosita, Rosita.

She is the owner of my love,
has the name of a flower,
but she is much prettier,
Rosita, Rosita.

Chorus.
She is the owner of my love,
has the name of a flower,
but she is much prettier,
Rosita, Rosita.

God made many Roses,
and choosing the best one,
He gave her all to me,
Rosita, Rosita.

The only thing missing in this love,
is for the flower to give me another flower,
a tiny Rose,
Rosita, Rosita.

(She is the owner of my love,
has the name of a flower,
but she is much prettier,
Rosita, Rosita.) Repeat

Rosita, Rosita, Rosita, Rosita, pretty Rosita...