La Llorona

I don't know what it is about the flowers, weeping woman
The flowers from the graveyard
I don't know what it is about the flowers, weeping woman
The flowers from the graveyard

That when the wind blows them, weeping woman
It seems like they're crying
That when the wind blows them, weeping woman
It seems like they're crying

Oh woe is me, weeping woman
Weeping woman, you are my heartache
Oh woe is me, weeping woman
Weeping woman, you are my heartache

They might take away my love for you, weeping woman
But they'll never make me forget you
They might take away my love for you, weeping woman
But they'll never make me forget you

To a Holy Christ of iron, weeping woman
I told my sorrows
To a Holy Christ of iron, weeping woman
I told my sorrows

What could my sorrows be, weeping woman
That the Holy Christ cried
What could my sorrows be, weeping woman
That the Holy Christ cried

Oh woe is me, weeping woman
Weeping woman of the lily field
Oh woe is me, weeping woman
Weeping woman of the lily field

He who knows nothing of love, weeping woman
Doesn't know what torment is
He who knows nothing of love, weeping woman
Doesn't know what torment is

I carry two kisses in my soul, weeping woman
That never leave me
I carry two kisses in my soul, weeping woman
That never leave me

The last from my mother, oh, weeping woman
And the first that I gave you
The last from my mother, oh, weeping woman
And the first that I gave you

Oh woe is me, weeping woman
Weeping woman, take me to the river
Oh woe is me, weeping woman
Weeping woman, take me to the river

Cover me with your shawl, weeping woman
Because I'm dying of cold
Cover me with your shawl, weeping woman
Because I'm dying of cold