I was born on a Mexican Beach
The year was 1909
By the salt-spray sea, neath the light of the stars
I was born on a Mexican Beach

I was born on a Mexican beach
A button-down shirt for a swaddling cloth
In the morning they dipped my head in the sea
And shouted, and gave me my name

I still remember the dreams I had
The night before I got born
I was born in the back of an old Caravan
In the sand of a Mexican Beach

Dear God please won’t you watch over my friends
We sometimes fight, and then I no longer love them
If you promise to be more patient than me
Then I’ll have sweet dreams tonight

I was born on a Mexican Beach
The jewel of the forest pressed in my hand
I was born with everything I need….

(lyrics: Dan Bern)