Across the way from Union Station is our family's favorite stand You can take a seat and eat and drink, hear the mariachi bands L.A.'s oldest road is a market place run by charming and kind latinos You'll ignore faint scents of sewage once you've tasted them taquitos There was that day the world seemed brighter, the hot green sauce a little hotter (You know you've got a good batch when your eyes begin to water) And I believe God laughed along with our surprise at happy feet Papa stood straight up and did a little dance there on old Olvera Street Couldn't help himself 'cos the day was warm and the company was sweet and strangers laughed too at the sight that made our day complete With his family gathered on Father's Day, his love ran wide and deep and Papa said so with his little dance down on old Olvera Street Above us loomed Avila Adobe, oldest house in Los Angeles Did I really see that second sight that nearly brought me to my knees? Encarnacion Abela, Francisco The Rancher's grieving widow watchin Papa dance (I swear her sad ghost smiled there in the upper story window) She couldn't help herself 'cos the day was warm and the sight was oh so sweet The crowd laughed too at that joyous soul who made our day complete With his family gathered on Father's Day dad's love ran wide and deep and he said so with his little dance down on old Olvera Street In a world that wounds us time to time that glimpse of grace was so sublime and though the Angels now live in Anaheim, they flew in just for a peak at that miracle of a fandago down on old Olvera Street Amd jeavem knows I love that man he's more than half of who I am It's the thing I'm beginning to understand I wish my heart had moved my feet and I had joined my Daddy when he danced that day down on old Olvera Street