Jane BowersDave 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.