Maria Consuela Arroyo was born and was raised on the south side of town
Her eyes holding midnight the face of an angel come down
In softness and beauty she grew like a rose without thorn
At fifteen she married, at sixteen her first child was born
CHORUS:
And time is a lover, the planter in ripeness who harvests your dreams
And time is a river that sweeps us along in its stream
He brings us together then forces us cruelly apart
And there's no wrinkled crone in her dry skin and bones
Who is not a young girl in her heart
Maria Consuela Arroyo, she bore seven more on the south side of town
And the love for her family, like soft rain, came whispering down
Like flowers in a garden they flourished in beauty and grace
With their eyes like dark mirrors, reflecting the love in her face
CHORUS:
And time is a traitor, yes time is the villain who stalks on our stage
The bringer of darkness the bringer of wrinkles and age
He brings souls together then forces them cruelly apart
And there's no wrinkled crone in her dry skin and bones
Who is not a young girl in her heart
Maria Consuela Arroyo, her man fell in battle across the dark seas
Her children were scattered like feathers that ride down the breeze
She kneels in the darkness, nine candles she lights every day
And Padre Alfonzo remembers their names when he prays
CHORUS:
And time's the black angel, a dark curandero who brings the long sleep
And time is the shepherd who keeps a good watch on his sheep
He brings back together the souls that he once tore apart
And he comforts old crones in their dry skin and bones
For he still loves the girl in their heart
And time is a love, the planter in ripeness who harvests your dreams