And I lied as I whispered manana
South of the border down Mexico way
And now that I wander, my thoughts ever stray
South of the border I jumped backed one day
It was fiesta we were so gay
Never dreamed that we were parting
Ah, the mission bells told me that I must not stay
Ah, she was a picture in old Spanish lace
Just for a tender while I kissed the smile upon her face
For tomorrow never came
South of the border down Mexico way
Then she sighed as she whispered manana
There in a veil of white by the candle light knelt to pray
