MEXICO MUSE
copyright © 1997 D N King
Beyond the moun-tains, a-cross the sea,
is there a mai-den wait-ing for me?
Too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee, ay; too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee ay.
She said she loved me, long years a-go.
But I chose bad-ly, long years a-go.
Too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee, ay; too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee ay.
"Ship a-hoy sail-or, bound Mex-i-co?"
Too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee, ay.
Is she still wait-ing? I'll ne-ver know.
Too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee, ay; too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee, too-ra-lee ay.
I'll ne-ver know.
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