Carmina

I got my girl in Oviedo
Her dad's got her locked away,
He don't want us to get married
'Cause I ain't got a dime to pay.

She studies with the monks
And she just won't stop crying.
Don't cry no more, Carmina,
This will soon be flying.

Father, I love her,
And that's reason enough
To tie the knot, I don't want
To fight with your old man, tough.

At six in the morning
You'll find us at the chapel,
No one can undo
What's done in God's grapple.