| Now the hacienda’s dark
|
| The town is sleeping
|
| Now the time has come to part
|
| The time for weeping.
|
| Vaya con dios, my darling
|
| Vaya con dios, my love.
|
| Now the village mission bells are softly ringing
|
| If you listen with your heart
|
| You’ll hear them singing.
|
| Vaya con dios, my darling
|
| Vaya con dios, my love.
|
| Wherever you may be, I’ll be beside you
|
| Although you’re many million dreams away
|
| Each night I’ll say a pray’r
|
| A pray’r to guide you
|
| To hasten every lonely hour
|
| Of every lonely day
|
| Now the dawn is breaking through a gray tomorrow
|
| But the memories we share are there to borrow.
|
| Vaya con dios, my darling
|
| Vaya con dios, my love.
|
| Vaya con dios, my darling
|
| Vaya con dios, my love. |