Casita Vieja

Over yonder the mountain, far from where I live
There's a dear place and a treasure, my beloved mother
And the memory of an old little house, the place where I was born

Joyful maternal home where for many years
I was there accompanying my old lady
And today she's alone in the old little house
Where her spring was the light of my being
Where her spring was the light of my being

I left my mother after being a teenager
Every day that dawns in the old little house gets sentimental
Imploring the sky only for my well-being

But even though I'm absent, far from that humble abode
I won't forget until the day I die
That she's my mother, my precious treasure
A being that is invaluable in affection and love

But even though I'm absent, far from that humble abode
I won't forget until the day I die
That she's my mother, my precious treasure
A being that is invaluable in affection and love

A being that is invaluable in affection and love