Vuelve

Oh, the blue southern sky can't help wondering why if you love us, you've chosen to roam: and the birds in the square sing, because you're not there, "Katy, Katy, come home!" The Plaza Socorro is shrouded in sorrow, and the glitter is gone from its dome: they sing in Faustino's and the tavern of Kino's, "Come home, Katy, come home!" We've got wine that's as good as the summer's rich blood, and the smell of the campo's sweet loam: hay bromas, abrazos y piropotazos: Katy, Katy, come home! There's the tang of new mosto in the heat of agosto, and San Miguel's icy white foam: when forest owls call, my voice is shrillest of all - Come home, Katy, come home!