Down below the Rio Grande, a señorita held my hand and sweetly sang an old melody.
Without a worry or a care, a rose she gave me from her hair.
Then she whispered, Si, Señor, Si, Si.
In a cabaret we danced the hours away.
Her eyes told more than words there could say.
I told her I had to go, left her down in Mexico.
The band played Spanish two-step, soft and low.
Ariel, Ariel.
In a cabaret we danced the hours away.
Her eyes told more than words there could say.
I told her I had to go, left her down in Mexico.
The band played Spanish two-step, soft and low.