Rosa's Coronas

Como estás?
 My name is Rosa
 And like my mother
 Before me
 Everyday I roll cigars
 And they're
 The finest in the world
 To pass the time
 The reader reads
 About the violence
 In America
 And I pray
 For my daughter
 And her baby girl
 Late one night
 They took a boat
 Ninety miles
 From Havana
 To escape
 The only life
 I've ever known
 She could have been
 Just like me
 A well-respected
 Working woman
 Who believes
 In her country
 And her home
 And I wonder as I roll
 Where will each one go
 Will they land
 In the hands of kings
 And presidents
 It's an art
 It's a skill
 And some would even kill
 Just for one
 Of Rosa's coronas
 It's everywhere
 In the news
 That John Paul
 Is on his way
 And for years
 I've longed to see
 The Holy Father's parade
 We've been told not to go
 Or production falls behind
 But I know the quota
 Won't be made that day