Montecito Sendiento

Where does your cry go
That the little stream is waiting
Where does your cry go
That the stream is thirsty

Thirsty little mountain
Someone took your wood
Thirsty little mountain
My ranch is made of your wood

So that the storm comes
He planted a little goat and a lemon verbena
If you like my little herb
Fills my heart with water
If you like my little herb
Fills my heart with water

Thirsty little mountain
Someone took your wood
Thirsty little mountain
My ranch is made of your wood

Where does your cry go
That the stream is thirsty