In the Heart of the Argentine
She was a nurse on a hospital ward; he was a sailor at sea,
And they met in the land where Evita was queen, and they sang the harmony.
She was a nurse on a hospital ward; he came on a merchant line,
And they met in the Plaza de Mayo in the heart of the Argentine.
His father came from Irish stock and worked in a Scottish mine,
But cutting coal was not for him, he had dreams of a different kind.
So he served his time as an engineer, then he joined a merchant line,
And with his papers in his pocket he sailed away for the heart of the Argentine.
Her family came from the heart of Wales; they’d sailed across the sea,
For a better life in an unknown land, away from tyranny.
And with pure Welsh blood running in their veins, and the valleys far behind,
They settled down in a farming town in the heart of the Argentine.
And in a Buenos Aries bar, across miles of sea and land,
With unfamiliar, strange new words, a future there they planned.
And neither thought to break the spell, as hearts and hands entwined,
In a tango bar, far from all they knew, in the heart of the Argentine.
She was a nurse on a hospital ward; he was a sailor at sea,
And they met in the land where Evita was queen, and they sang the harmony.
She was a nurse on a hospital ward; he sailed on a merchant line,
And they married one day, and then sailed away, from the heart of the Argentine.
In The Heart of the Argentine © Bill Adair/Sad Jeb Music 2019
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