OLD CALAFI
© Jack Hoban
1980
In old Calafi
The women sell their fruits by the road
The men ride the fishing boats home
The children, they play by the sea
In old Calafi
I watch the flowers as they bloom
Forsake the shade for their doom
And I have a woman who loves me
And I, as I come from the sea
Her love welcomes me
And we eat in the dusk
And I, I dream of leaving here soon
But she has my son and the moon
And I will do as I must
In Old Calafi
The days are like pearls on a string
So very lovely, but they don't mean a thing
They're like sand in a stream
In old Calafi
We dream that our dreams will come true
But we know that if they do
It will be in our dreams
| Y yo Sueno que mi hijo tendria mas que yo tengo Con un a alma de verdad Porque yo no me sentire un hombre si le doy a el mi nombre en un mundo sin felicidad |
(And I Dream that my son Will have more than I do And a spirit that's true For I Wouldn't be a man If I raised this boy In a world with no hope for joy) |
In old Calafi
The women sell their fruits by the road
The men ride the fishing boats home
The children play by the sea
In old Calafi
I watch as the flowers they bloom
Forsaking the shade for their doom
They're a little like me
In old Calafi