Richard Shindell Abuelita
In a crowd, I don´t know which way to turn
I´m afraid I might not see you go by
But if I did, would I find the strength to speak?
And would you want to hear what a stranger would tell
you?
That Soledad was your mother´s name
She fell in love with my Juan Luis
They may be gone
But I am still your Abuelita
You were born, and they took you from her arms
And a captain brought you home to his family
Now it may be that they have raised you as their own
And that it´s all you´ve known of home all these years
But Soldedad was your mother´s name
She fell in love with my Juan Luis
They may be gone
But I am still your Abuelita
In my mind, there are pictures of your face
As it might be now
And I pray I would know you
So I will wait with the others in the square
You can find me there
And I will tell you a story
That Soledad was your mother´s name
And how she loved my Juan Luis
Now they are gone
But I am still your Abuelita
