La Ceiba Del Puerto

I had been meaning to come back to my hometown
And I was told it was all done for
That no one fished with hooks anymore
That the traditions had all disappeared
And that the fig tree had dried up

But today I arrived in my town feeling so sad
And with great love, I was happy to see
That the fig tree was thriving
That the traditions haven't been lost
And that the whole town was doing well

What really got to me
And with feeling, I cried
Was that the ceiba of the port fell down
The one that witnessed long ago
The mischief of my childhood

I love my town like no other
I have unforgettable memories stored away
That my first toy was a totumo
That was like a little cart, I bragged
And that was the gift from baby Jesus

What really got to me
And with feeling, I cried
Was that the ceiba of the port fell down
The one that witnessed long ago
The mischief of my childhood