Down in Chacala In old Mexico A calm disposition Enveloped his soul Beach it lay barren The full moon was high Crash of the waves The sounds of the night Out in the darkness the ebb and the flow Clear of the breakers alone Heaven stood painted in black and in white Hung at the Artist's delight Oh His delight Oh His delight Oh His delight Oh His delight Floating he knew that While counting the swells A big one approaching In which to dwell Well up shot the cannon From waters so deep A rush toward the land The waiting complete All at once it rose through the vale Leviathan then took to the air Forced and shot now coming alive Flowing within he was fully aligned Fully aligned Fully aligned Fully aligned Down in Chacala In old Mexico A calm disposition Enveloped his soul