Jane Bowers/Dave Guard
Don`t you remember, Senora, when you had a love of your own? You had a duenna, Senora. You had a kind chaperone.
Didn`t she sometimes, Senora, grant you a moment alone?
Once in a garden, Senora, didn`t your love steal a kiss? Surely a moment remembered stirs in a setting like this.
Surely, within such a garden, wisdom can smile upon bliss.
Cruel is the curfew, Senora, cruelly and strictly imposed. Soon Don Hernando will signal, bidding the gate to be closed.
Who`d be the wiser, Senora, if, for a moment you dozed?
Don`t you remember, Senora, you had a love of your own. You had a duena, Senora. You had a kind chaperone.
I love her dearly, Senora. Grant us a moment alone. I love her dearly, Senora. Grant us a moment alone.