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