Текст Jonathan Edwards – Evangelina

And I dream in the morning that she brings me water
I dream in the evening that she brings me wine
She’s just a poor man’s daughter from Puerto Peñasco
Evangelina, old Mexico

And there’s a great hot desert south of Mexicali
And if you don’t have water, boy, you better not go
Tequila won’t get you across that desert
To Evangelina, old Mexico

And the fire I feel for the woman I love is drivin’ me insane
Knowin’ she’s waitin’ and I can’t get there
And God only knows that I wracked my brain to try to find a way
To reach that woman, old Mexico

And I met a kind man, seems he guarded the border
He said, «You don’t need no papers, I will let you go
For I can tell that you love her by the look in your eyes, boy
She’s the rose of the desert in old Mexico»

And the fire I feel for the woman I love is drivin’ me insane
Knowin’ she’s waitin’ and I can’t get there
And God only knows that I wracked my brain to try to find a way
To reach that woman, old Mexico

And I dream in the morning that she brings me water
I dream in the evening that she brings me wine
She’s just a poor man’s daughter from Puerto Peñasco
Evangelina, old Mexico
Evangelina, I miss you so