Mi Pueblito Perdito

O how

Ruefully I pine

For mi pueblito perdido,

What I wouldn’t give,

To be young again,

And happy as I was back then.

Maria, full of peace,

Do you remember

Francis Albert softly keening

O Amor Em Paz,

And other songs by Jobim,

Happy as you were back then?

O for

That wide-eyed

Impression of yours,

Paquita (la de Murcia),

Of your beloved Mary Lyn,

Happy as you were back then.

O how

Ruefully I pine

For mi pueblito perdido,

What I wouldn’t give,

To be young again,

And happy as I was back then.