Fire, Fire, Fire burning gold,
Better get those waggon wheels a-turnin’,
Fire, Fire, Fire in the hold,
Better get a bucket boys, she’s burnin’.

The devil himself is shippin’ to sea,
He’s settin’ out to follow me,
He’s got his black flag flowin’ free,
The devil himself is shippin’ to sea!

Fire, Fire, Fire burning gold,
Better get those waggon wheels a-turnin’,
Fire, Fire, Fire in the hold,
Better get a bucket boys, she’s burnin’.

First light in Mendoza,
I felt a little closer,
When I called you on a telephone card,
I was danced off my feet,
I had nowhere to sleep,
The pisco had left me off guard.

And the tears fell like rain,
Rolling across the plain,
Wind calling your name,
In the Plaza Independencia,
At the sunrise you were there,
In the breeze I swear,
I could see your hair,
Floating across the square.

I was lost with the lingo,
Well, call me a gringo,
Sin encanto por señoritas,
The quiet of dawn,
Had me feeling forlorn,
Somewhere they were playing guitars.

And the tears fell like rain,
Rolling across the plain,
Wind calling your name,
In the Plaza Independencia,
At the sunrise you were there,
In the breeze I swear,
I could see your hair,
Floating across the square.