Harken to me Senioritas
Sad is the story I shall tell
Harken to me and remember
If you have a lover watch him well
(Amor, Amor, Amor)

In the quaint little town of Guadalupe
There once lived a maiden sweet and shy
A boy from the hills was her sweetheart
And she was the apple of his eye

Together they walked in the sunset
And spoke of the day when they would wed
Whenever they danced in the plaza
The stars seem to dance overhead
(Amor, Amor, Amor)

One night in his eyes she discovered
A look she had not seen before
And then in a sad voice he told her
His dream was to be a matador

She kissed him farewell in the dawning
And wept as he slowly rode away
He was bound for the great crowded city
But he vowed he would send for her one day
(Amor, Amor, Amor)

Along in the great crowded city
A great matador he became
And soon at a grand gay fiesta
A new love had set his heart aflame

Every morning she looked for a letter
But alas and alack it never came
And then just by chance from a traveller
She learned of his fortune and his fame
(Amor, Amor, Amor)

Then one day she left Guadalupe
In search of her shepard boy she went
She still loved the lad who betrayed her
And she hoped when they met that he'd repent
(Amor, Amor, Amor)

She found him one night at a fiesta
That night there was blood on the moon
He was dancing with that seniorita
But he knew not that death had called the tune

And this is the end of my story
The end of a story sad to tell
So harken to me Seniorita
If you have a lover watch him well
(Amor, Anor, Amor)
(Amor, Anor, Amor)
(Amor, Anor, Amor)

