The last time we met was down at the Tap Room
Mezcal on Sunday with tears in our eyes
You sang me a song sweet as a monsoon blowing in from the South
Hear the bells ringing out
Let 'em ring on New Year's Day

I sat on the hill near the mission
Where lovers meet and when poppies bloom
I followed the ranchers rambling down Broadway
Selling crops on the side of the road
Their hearts in Sonora whenever it rains and wherever they roam

Takе this charm and dry your tears
Won't you wear it to easе your mind
Hear the bells ringing out
Let 'em ring on New Year's Day

Heard the radio blaring a sad corrido
"La tierra del sol suspiro por verte
Quisiera llorar, quisiera morrir"

Come this November's Procession
Mezcal on Sunday with tears in our eyes
'Cause it's foolish to laugh and pointless to cry
About some old photos buried inside the cracked and crumbling walls

Take this charm and dry your tears
Won't you wear it to ease your mind
Take a breath to soothe your sorrows
Until they're gone, gone as the years fade away
Hear the bells ringing out
Let 'em ring on New Year's Day