El Rancherito

I'm a poor rancher
Who came down from the high mountains
I come trusting in luck
I come to see a brunette

Every time I come down to the town
I see her every now and then
And seeing her so beautiful
My heart sighs

To compose a verse for her
I would like to know her name
To tell her that I love her
That a man suffers for her

I wish I were a little rosebush
To be among the flowers
I wish I were her owner
And to give her my love