By the Hand of the Father Theme

On the border of a new age

I have a foot in each century

But when time was measured differently

And borders had another meaning

My father had a foot in each country

Where the mud on each boot caked the same

And the dirt sifted the same through each hand

And the earth had but one scent

And as far as he could see

All the way from Texas to Baja

From California to Tamaulipas

The vista was unbroken

Ay, qué vista