Now the hacienda's dark
The town is sleeping
Now the time [bad word] to part
The time for weeping.

Vaya con dios, my darling
Vaya con dios, my love.

Now the village mission bells are softly ringing
If you listen with your heart
You'll hear them singing.

Vaya con dios, my darling
Vaya con dios, my love.

Wherever you may be, I'll be beside you
Although you're many million dreams away
Each night I'll say a pray'r
pray'r to guide you
To hasten every lonely hour
Of every lonely day
Now the dawn is breaking through a gray tomorrow
But the memories we share are there to borrow.

Vaya con dios, my darling
Vaya con dios, my love.

Vaya con dios, my darling
Vaya con dios, my love.