Golden Sun Of Jimenez کے بول

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