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Across the Border.

Lyrics and Vocals: American rock singer, songwriter, and guitarist, nicknamed “The Boss”,
the great Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen.

Across the Border.

Tonight, my bag is packed, tomorrow I’ll walk these tracks,
That will lead me across the border.
Tomorrow, my love and I will sleep beneath auburn skies,
Somewhere across the border.
We’ll leave behind, my dear, the pain and sadness we found here,
And we’ll drink from the Bravo’s muddy waters,
Where the sky grows gray and wide, we’ll meet on the other side,
There across the border.
For you, I’ll build a house high upon a grassy hill,
Somewhere across the border.
Where pain and memory, pain and memory have been stilled,
There across the border.
Sweet blossoms fill the air, pastures of gold and green,
Roll down into cool, clear waters,
And in your arms ‘neath open skies, I’ll kiss the sorrow from your eyes,
There across the border.
Tonight we’ll sing the songs and I’ll dream of you, my corazón,
And tomorrow my heart will be strong.
May the saints’ blessings and grace carry me safely into your arms,
There across the border.
For what are we without hope in our hearts,
That someday we’ll drink from God’s blessed waters?
And eat the fruit from the vine, I know love and fortune will be mine,
Somewhere across the border.

END
“Corazón” in Spanish translates to “Sweetheart” or “My heart” in English.

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