A La Orilla de Un Palmar
Pedro Infante
On the Edge of a Palm Grove
On the edge of a palm grove
I saw a beautiful young woman
Her little mouth of coral
Her eyes, two stars.
As I passed by, I asked her
Who was with her
And she replied crying:
I live alone in the palm grove.
I'm an orphan, oh!
I have no father or mother
Not a friend, oh!
To come and console me.
I spend my life alone
On the edge of the palm grove
And alone I come and go
Like the waves of the sea.
