Carito

I was thinking in these times
Of misunderstandings and disappointments
And so many good reasons
To dream without giving up
And I thought with nostalgia
Of the innocence of those years
Of those first loves
That when remembered come back to life
And I remember in my mind
Those times of Carito
She was a beauty from Boston
Who taught at the school
She liked Spanish
And though she spoke it a little
She had those pretty eyes
That spoke volumes for her

Carito speaks to me in English
It sounds so nice when she does
Carito speaks to me in English
And she says I don’t know

Carito speaks to me in English
It sounds so nice when she does
Carito speaks to me in English
And she says I don’t know

Carlitos don’t be like that
Now listen to me
You need to pay attention
I need you to write in English
A perfect paragraph
And tell me where you learned
Where did you learn to be so charming
Remember no soccer
Until you finish the work you have
And she would give me a smile
And I would get all goofy
And then in the exam
I’d mess it all up
Carito left the valley
I remember her singing
Because she left me so sad
She went back to her land

Carito speaks to me in English
It sounds so nice when she does
Carito speaks to me in English
And she says I don’t know

Carito speaks to me in English
It sounds so nice when she does
Carito speaks to me in English
And she says I don’t know

Carito tell me yes
Because I don’t want to die
Carito don’t tell me no
Because I’m dying for your love

Carito tell me yes
Because I don’t want to die
Carito don’t tell me no
Because I’m dying for your love

What does race matter
Or even the language
If what really counts
Is being a good person
Whether from the highlands
Or from warm lands
If what really matters
Is being good people
What does their faith matter
If they’re influential
If what really counts
Is decent folks
It doesn’t matter if they’re white
If they’re poor or famous
If what really matters
Is that they sing sweetly