All's well with José
No need to worry his mind
No need to phone
Although his mother's dying slow
All her lessons they
Went in one ear
And then they ran astray
In his brain
Until they all became
Something he believed in
Carla and Charro
Lying down inside that bed
Surrounding their mother
Older now but babes instead
All her lessons they
Went in their ears
And then they ran astray
In their brains
Until they all became
Something they believed in
They cried
Mother our stone
Mother our stone
In came José
Seas and roads led him home
Rushed to her side now
Brother sister brother close
All your lessons they
Went in one ear
And then they ran astray
In our brains
Until they all became
Something we believed in
They cried
Mother our stone
Mother our stone