Going down the silver river
That rolls as far as Nevada
You see the plain that spreads out
To the East of Santa Lucia.
The towns are called Natividad
San Miguel or San Lorenzo
The girls are called Soledad
The boys watch the flocks.
It's there that Jim met
On a road one rainy evening
Catherine, the farmer's daughter
And that they loved each other all night long
The sun makes its gold shine
In a few puddles of water
Cactuses make the setting
The hillside is covered by thistles
It's there that Adam the senator
Came when old to end his days
Then he died suddenly of heart failure
People claim that it was a broken heart
And the flowers bent down by the wind
Seem to pray for his rest
The moon sheds a sliver tear
On the white cross above his grave
Going down the silver river
That rolls as far as Nevada
You see the plain that spreads out
To the East of Santa Lucia.
The towns are called Natividad
San Miguel or San Lorenzo
The girls are called Soledad
The boys watch the flocks.