Golden Sun of Jimenez

Golden sun of Jimenez

(J. Veerman/J. Keizer/J. Tuijp)

It's a desert place, far away

Where once the Indians lived, many moons ago

Where the ancient ways, have never changed

Where the time stood still, the land of Jimenez

Always on my mind, Guadalajara

Where mighty condors fly, in the valley

Where the silence calls, Guadalajara

In the golden sun, of Jimenez

With a broken voice and weary eyes

He turned the pages of, the diary of his life

About the slaughter of the Indian tribes

And I will not forget the words, that he once cried

Always on my mind, Guadalajara

Where mighty condors fly, high in the valley

Where the silence calls, Guadalajara

In the golden sun, of Jimenez

Before my very eyes, the old man died

And now I softly weep, the words that he once cried

Always on my mind, Guadalajara

Where mighty condors fly, high in the valley

Where the silence calls, Guadalajara

In the golden sun, of Jimenez

In the golden sun, of Jimenez