There is a little dark girl I adore
just down Mexico way
who loves my poetry written of her
and to hear the Mariachi play...

She smells of golden apples
with scent of perfumed flowers
Senorita Jocelyn you are as
agua falling in April showers...

She smiles with childhood innocence
my heart burns with a dark fire
Senorita, tell the Mariachi how to play
whatever your heart so does desire...

Then the Spanish music flowed like honey
the horns, the trumpets began with a roar
they played, we danced until coming dawn
our feet moving and boots resounding on the floor...

Senorita, my little dark and lovely princesa
the dawn is coming you see
let us run away to the sunlit corona
sealed with many besos and our destiny...

Mi cielo, live with me and be my lover
upon our bed I lay a single rose
with ring of gold and cap of flowers
and a promise in these words I do propose...

Let the Mariachi play...