I used to call you my Jicama Baby
Because you loved it
When I brought it for you
In a cup
Con chilito y con limon
And getting to know you
And all the hardships you endured
Getting here from
Suffering
El Salvador
And loving you,
And you me
And our children,
Three
Jicama Baby
They're growing good and strong
The boys are noble,
Your girls, like you,
Are beautiful and true
Far from your homeland
Yet so near to us
You gave me love
Your children love...
and life
Life,
And Love
For unknown reasons,
Happen
As does Death
That took you from us
That makes us die, and makes us cry,
A little bit
In a quiet place...
When we feel
Your empty space
I think you heard me say:
"Tus hijos serán bien cuidados,
"Mi Jicamita, Guanaquita."
"De eso no te preocupes, y descansa ya
Chuiquita."
I think you heard me say:
"Tus hijos serán bien cuidados,
"Mi Jicamita, Guanaquita."
"De eso no te preocupes, y descansa ya
Chuiquita."
We could not celebrate your life
In public
Because of a killer bug
Nor could we impart upon you
Our final kiss and hug
Descansa en paz
Mi Jicama Baby
Jicama Baby...
Mi Jicama Baby..
Until we meet again...
Goodbye
But always in our souls
Your memory will be alive