In old Pedros, Negros, old Mexico Once in my travel I happened to go I met Maria and we fell in love It seemed like heaven came down from above Dark skin, dark eyes, dark wavy hair All kept me spellbound as love filled the air I held her tightly then to my surprise She whispered soft words with tears in her eyes Go home, go home, your people would not understand Go home, go home, go back to your own homeland With gentle persuasion I changed her mind I said they'd love her and treat her so kind So we went together to my old hometown I wanted to show my old friends what I'd found But hate made my sweet dream a nightmare One day I came home and she was not there A note on the table tore my world apart My old friends had been there and told my sweetheart Go home, go home, your place is not with this man Go home, go home, go back to your own homeland