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