Flower of my heart

Keen are the pangs of love,

Love that is all in vain,

Dark are the skies above,

Deep is my pain;

Bare now the orange-groves,

Lonely and sad am I,

Wailing the west wind roves

With bitter cry.

Oh, Señorita,

Joy has left the scented air,

Bleak is the world now that once was so fair,

Love but a dream of despair.

Señorita! tan bonita!

Come back to me,

You are the flow'r of my heart,

It is death to part!

Señorita!