Lyrics

Where do I find my guidance in this wasteland?
I wish I had my family here
They always had the best advice to give me
What I would give to have some souvenir

I miss my dear old papa, my brothers and my sisters
Mi madre y mis hijos, my precious abuelita
Sitting in her kitchen, I smell tamales steaming
I ask her questions, she tells me stories, and her face with love is beaming

I picture when they drove me up to college
They all came up to see me to the dorm
They kissed me, gave me food and presents
And a blanket to keep me safe and warm.

I miss my dear old papa, my brothers and my sisters
Mi madre y mis tíos, my precious abuelita
Sitting in her kitchen, I smell tamales steaming
She tells me stories, I learn some lessons, and her eyes with love are gleaming

I don’t trust these strangers, I barely know them
It’s so hard to live each day in fear.
Somehow I must get by without the wisdom of my elders
I call them to my mind – Recordar es vivir.

I miss my dear old papa, my brothers and my sisters
Mi madre y mis hijos, my precious abuelita
Sitting in her kitchen, I smell tamales steaming
I have more questions, but it’s too late, and I know I’m dreaming