South of the border
The Irish Tenors Lyrics


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South of the border, down Mexico way
That's where I fell in love, when the stars above came out to play
And now as I wander, my thoughts ever stray
South of the border, down Mexico way

She was a picture, in old Spanish lace
Just for a tender while, I kissed a smile upon her face
'Cause it was fiesta and we were so gay
South of the border, Mexico way

Then she sighed, as she whispered, "Manjanna"
Never dreaming that we were parting
Then I lied as a whispered, "Manjanna"
'Cause our tomorrow never came

South of the border, I jumped back one day
There in a veil of white, by the candle light she knelt to pray
The mission bells told me that I mustn't stay
South of the border, Mexico way





The mission bells told me, ding-dong that I must not stay
Stay south of the border, down Mexico way

Overall Meaning

The Irish Tenors’ song “South of the Border” narrates a love story that took place in Mexico. The singer reminisces about falling in love in Mexico under the stars with a beautiful woman wearing old Spanish lace. The location of Mexico fills the heart with warmth and romance that the singer remembers even now. The festive atmosphere and the Mexican vibe set the mood for this lovely encounter. Still, despite the love felt, the singer had to lie to the lover when she whispered tomorrow which never came.


As the song continues, we learn that even after the lovely time spent in Mexico, the relationship never lasted. The singer jumped back in time, highlighting a memory of the woman he lost, who was getting married to another man. The mission bells rang, and he knew he had to leave Mexico and move on from love. While the vocalist could not stay in Mexico, his thoughts stay there to this day. The song concludes with the singer conceding that he should have stayed south of the border down Mexico way.


Line by Line Meaning

South of the border, down Mexico way
I fell in love in Mexico where the stars shone bright


That's where I fell in love, when the stars above came out to play
Mexico is where I first found love under a starry night sky


And now as I wander, my thoughts ever stray
My mind often drifts back to those passionate moments in Mexico


South of the border, down Mexico way
I long for the vibrant and romantic atmosphere of Mexico


She was a picture, in old Spanish lace
The woman I loved wore beautiful and traditional clothing


Just for a tender while, I kissed a smile upon her face
I had a short but sweet relationship with her and made her smile


'Cause it was fiesta and we were so gay
We celebrated together and enjoyed each other's company


South of the border, Mexico way
My heart yearns for the happiness and good times we shared in Mexico


Then she sighed, as she whispered, "Manjanna"
She spoke of our future with hope in her voice


Never dreaming that we were parting
Neither of us thought we would ever have to leave each other


Then I lied as a whispered, "Manjanna"
I pretended that our future together was certain to ease her worries


'Cause our tomorrow never came
We had no idea our relationship would end so abruptly


South of the border, I jumped back one day
One day I had to leave Mexico suddenly and without warning


There in a veil of white, by the candle light she knelt to pray
As I left, I saw her praying in a white veil by candlelight


The mission bells told me that I mustn't stay
The sound of the bells told me I had to leave Mexico and my love behind


South of the border, Mexico way
I can never forget the love and the memories that I created in Mexico


The mission bells told me, ding-dong that I must not stay
The sound of the bells signaled the end of my time in love and Mexico


Stay south of the border, down Mexico way
It is painful to be away from her and the life I once lived in Mexico




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Ron Wickman


on Grace

A glorious rendition that tears at one's heart, without histrionics.. Wm. Shakespeare couldn't have said it better.

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