her with affection...
Those long summer evenings of my childhood, when the moon made strange patterns on father"s guitar as he sang enchanting songs to me, are no more. But the imagination hears the romance and wistfulness of their melodies, hears them with a sweetness as subtle as the fragrance of wild flowers in dried herbs." - L. Ronstadt 1946

"My father"s sister Luisa wrote these words the year I was born. They are the introduction to a book of collected songs from my grandfather"s homeland in Sonora, Mexico.

Many of the songs on this record were passed on through my father to me, and others I have learned through my continuing interest in the great vocal traditions of Mexico. These songs comprise a tradition both of my family and of a country which has made profound contributions to the world of music. They are a living memory of heartfelt experience." - L. Ronstadt, 1987

Act I
Los Laureles
Por Un Amor
La Cigarra
La Bamba
Hay Unos Ojos
Dos Arbolitos