La Del Parral

This is the soulful dance of mine
I call it the one from the vineyard
I learned it at the rodeo
By the edge of the ditch

There my parents sang
There I learned to sing
They danced cuecas and gatos
All under that vineyard

These are just memories
That come and go
They go down the long street
I don't know where they'll go
Memories of I don't know when
And where they'll end up

Troops of loaded carts
Coming from the pasture
They passed by in a line
By the edge of that ditch

I saw them down the long street
By the national lane
I saw them down the middle street
And another, and another street

But they are just memories
That come and go
Memories from when I was a child
Singing under that vineyard

Memories, lovely memories
Memories and nothing more