Jane Bowers/Dave Guard

Don't you remember, Senora, when you had a love of your own? You had a duenna, Senora You had a kind chaperone
Didn't she sometimes, Senora, grant you a moment alone?

Once in a garden, Senora, didn't your love steal a kiss? Surely a moment remembered stirs in a setting like this
Surely, within such a garden, wisdom can smile upon bliss

Cruel is the curfew, Senora, cruelly and strictly imposed Soon Don Hernando will signal, bidding the gate to be closed
Who'd be the wiser, Senora, if, for a moment you dozed?

Don't you remember, Senora, you had a love of your own You had a duena, Senora You had a kind chaperone
I love her dearly, Senora Grant us a moment alone I love her dearly, Senora Grant us a moment alone