Little black woman of my sorrows,
eyes like fluttering paper. *
Little black woman of my sorrows,
eyes like fluttering paper.
You tell them all yes,
but you don't tell them when.
That is what you told me;
that is why I live in suffering
When will you bring me my black woman?
I want to see her here
with her silk shawl
that I brought her from Tepic.
When will you bring me my black woman?
I want to see her here
with her silk shawl
that I brought her from Tepic.