La Llorona by Raymond Ayon You cry in the dark next to the rivers edge, your shrieking hollow sends the meek to sanctuary You have crossed the tongue of many, each with savage detail of your deed So the story is told of the waters edge and the sword you carried in your heart The ojo of your man seduced the mistress of your envy, and the rose fell from your grace You were now the lover of Satan and your scorned heart had turned to stone Satan would grant your revenge and you would live until the end of time So you took the devil's deed and took the sword from your heart and sliced the life of your own and the blood of your children turned the river red Now Satan laughs as he granted you your wish, and the father of your children burns in his lover's arms So now you wander through time at the rivers edge crying for your children And now once again we are told of your mortality in a Carolina story Performed at Palabras Con Sabor, Denver, CO Copyright 2000