When the night comes rolling in my thoughts roll back to you,
And I'm holding you again on nights in Veracruz,
When the train whistle blows, it blows me clean away, back to old Mexico,

Sometimes I call your name.

Oh, mi corazon, what am I to do? (mi vida, mi corazon)

If I could only hold on to nights in Veracruz.

Down the old cobbled streets ran the Rosa Linda moon,

Where, as lovers, we would meet,
You were my passion fruit,
With that smile on your face, how could I refuse?

Now I long for one more taste of nights in Veracruz.

Oh, mi corazon, what am I to do? (mi vida, mi corazon)

If I could only hold on to nights in Veracruz.

Now the sun's coming up,

Dogs are barking; rooster crows,
I got black coffee in my cup and a chill down in my bones,
Oh, but once upon a time, there's a place that I once knew,

Where dark eyes still shine on those nights in Veracruz.

Oh, mi corazon, what am I to do? (mi vida, mi corazon)

If I could only hold on to nights in Veracruz,
Oh, mi corazon, what am I to do? (mi vida, mi corazon)
If I could only hold on to nights in Veracruz,

Oh, nights in Veracruz.