How Soft Is A Gold Watch

not know what the flowers are weeping, the flowers in the cemetery
know they're not weeping flowers, wild flowers
holy
That when the wind moves llorona, seem to be crying
That when the wind moves llorona, it seems they are crying

alas llorona, llorona you're my chunca
alas llorona, llorona you're my
chunca
llorona me out of love but never forget to love
llorona I removed but never forget

A weeping Christ of iron I told her my troubles
A weeping Christ of iron I told her my troubles
What
my troubles would not be whining that the holy Christ wept
Which my sorrows would not be whining that the holy Christ wept

alas llorona, llorona a lily field
alas llorona, llorona a lily field

The love that knows no whining does not know what is martyrdom
The love that knows no whining does not know what is martyrdom

Two kisses I've been in weepy soul that do not depart from me
Two kisses llorona carry in my soul that do not depart from me

The last of my mother weeping and the first one I gave you
The last of my mother weeping and the first I gave you

alas llorona, llorona take me to the river
alas llorona, llorona
take me to the river overflowed
Cover me with your whining that I freeze
Cover me with your shawl crybaby that I freeze