Senorita Passing By Mp3 Download

Back in the innocent days there was a young cowboy who was in love with a Mexican girl. Only she didn't know it and he would watch her as she walked back in her cotton dress would dance in the wind and her eyes held the stars. Now, she was the most beautiful thing that cowboy had ever seen. Sent down straight from Heaven but he was afraid he would never win her heart because of some family scars left by the rainforest. But oww... he loved her. Senorita passing by. Pardon me if I stop and ask you why. Senorita, could it be? Someone like you could love someone like me? ~~~Instrumental~~~~~~ (Spoken). So he walked up to her. Tipped his hat and introduced himself. And she looked up at him and didn't know what to say. So he told her the story of his family The trouble that brought the barbed wire. And all the things he couldn't change. And then he told her that he loved her. And he studied her reaction. And by the time the springs came. They were married. Now there's an ol' song. That my family used to sing. 'Bout a young cowboy and a Mexican girl. And how they fell in love. Seorita passing by. Pardon me if I stop and ask you why? Seorita could it be. Someone like you could love someone like me? Seorita passing by. Pardon me if I stop and ask you why? Someone like you could love someone like me. Someone like you could love someone like me.

The presence of the genial old gentleman did much toward addingpleasure to the trip for the entire party, as he was continually buyingmagazines, and illustrated papers for them all, was always alert insending the porter for any comfort, had his head out of the window themoment they stopped at the larger stations, ready to hail any passingvendor of commodities in the direction of food or drink, so that theyall fell into the habit of calling him Mr. St. Nick, and declared thatthey were as well off as if traveling with their grandfather.

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But though the twins were disappointed Nan was in her element. Such anexpedition appealed to her strongly; it had all the element of a voyageof discovery and meant much. Up the hillside they drove, passing quaintadobe houses of the old Spanish town, attracted by rose-emboweredcottages, peeping in at some more pretentious mansion within whosegrounds grew palms and tropical plants. "When you consider that thecity covers thirty-six square miles," remarked Mr. Pinckney, "you mayimagine that one can drive quite a distance before reaching the furtheredge. The house we are to see is in the suburbs and we have some way togo."

"Of course we are," she replied, "because you are just our sort. Wehave always been used to sharing with our friends whatever we have,and we know when they come they are glad to accept a simple meal inthe spirit it is offered while they are just as ready to do the sameby us. I must confess there is less of all that than there used to be,but I hate to see friendliness and open handed hospitality passing awaybefore the modern formalities."

The Chinaman with his one horse cart had just been making his dailyround. Nan had been watching Li Hung chaffering with his countrymanfor some of the fresh fruits and vegetables, and now that the bargainwas closed and the cart had bobbed off down the street she had goneto their own little orange grove and was standing contemplativelyregarding some white orange-blossoms above her head. She was stilldreaming of a husband for the seorita. "It would be so handy to getorange blossoms for a bride," she told herself, "easier," she continuedwith a little chuckle, "than to get a husband. It is a great pitythat Carter is so young and Mr. Pinckney is so old," she thought.She looked down between the rows of trees to the mountains rising insolemn dignity beyond. "I wonder how the people who used to live herefeel about it," she went on to herself. "I should have hated to giveit up. I shall feel sorry when we have to." Then her thoughts flew toanother garden in old Virginia, mountain girt, too, but now lying whiteunder winter snows and showing no sign of life except when a MollyCottontail leaped to cover leaving small footprints behind her. Placeo' Pines, her favorite haunt, seemed childish and small. All of herprevious life was dwarfed beside the larger experience of her present.There was much to miss yet she missed nothing. California had castits spell upon her. To her youth's eagerness for the new it unfoldeda constantly expanding growth. Even the crowds in the streets seemedlarger each day than the day before. To her romantic love of the oldthe ancient missions, the remains of the Spanish settlements appealedstrongly. They filled her with a delight such as the old countriesalone can afford the lover of poetry, history and art. She sighedbecause the days were passing all too quickly, because but a littletime remained of their stay in Los Angeles. "We must move on like theIndians," said Nan regretfully, "and I don't half like it."

Nan called up, but no Jack had been there that morning. Garden, orchardand the surrounding streets were searched and all finally arrived atNan's conclusion, so she started for the centre of the town wherethey had come across the tomale man. There he was with his corn huskpackages neatly tied and filled with the delectable preparation sodear to the hearts of the Mexican. There was no Jack in sight asNan came up. She wandered up and down trying to discover her sisterand suddenly found herself in the midst of a queer street where sheseemed to be transported to the other side of the globe. Here wereshops innumerable displaying such strange wares that Nan stood stillto wonder before she turned to flee. She was not timid, but to besurrounded by plodding Chinamen stubbing along in their queer shoesmade her feel uncomfortable. One or two turned slanting eyes upon herbut most passed her unconcernedly. Before a shop gay with banners andpainted signs Nan paused, but in the masses of unknown objects whichshe could see by peering inside there was nothing that she recognized,and she went on passing all sorts of establishments, before which wereset forth such wares as platters of fish, bunches of herbs and tubs ofvegetables the like of which she had never seen before.

They started forth, taking the back way, which was nearer, passing thetall geranium which grew to the kitchen roof, the orange trees and thegrape-vine trellis, and were soon out on the street. "I shall miss itall," remarked Nan. "We shall be going pretty soon, Mary Lee. Aren'tyou sorry?" 006ab0faaa