Twilight comes creeping like a silent sea across the rivers and the pines
The Sun will go to sleep and weep and leave the melancholy day behind
Wash the cold winter from our bones the lights of town are bright and warm
I have for too long been alone and I would lie in Rosalinda's arms
The cold wind bites into your soul burnt the frost across your the hands
The young men soon are growing old the boy must soon become a man
And I will lay my hammer down leave the child upon the farm
Get out for the lights of town loose myself in Rosalinda's arms
Soon there will be music soon there will be laughter
Whispers in the dark of the cantina
Soon there will be Rosa body gently swaying
Dancing like some lonesome ballerina
The earth lies restless on my bones I can no longer till the ground
This house is just a bed of stone beneath the neon lights of town
I cannot be my father's son I have no feeling for the farm
So I will take my bags and run back again to Rosalinda's arms
Soon there will be music soon there will be laughter
Whispers in the dark of the cantina
Soon there will be Rosa body gently swaying
Dancing like some lonesome ballerina
Dancing like some lonesome ballerina.