I could tell you everything
About the way us country lovers do our thing
And honey, I could tell you everything
About the mountains and the country type of thing
Oh yes, I could tell you everything
But what’s the good of things that ain’t no use
I only like to talk about me and you

Semolita, Semolita, don’t you know that I love you
Semolita, Semolita, no one’s sweeter and it’s true
You could be my everything
My countryside, my rocky mountains too
Semolita, Semolita, don’t you know that I love you

Love is like an evergreen
It always sparkles like a rocky mountain spring
And sometimes love can treat you just as mean
As that old honeybee that gets you with his sting
Oh yes, I could tell you everything
But what’s the good of things that ain’t no use
I only like to talk about me and you

Semolita, Semolita, don’t you know that I love you
Semolita, Semolita, no one’s sweeter and it’s true
You could be my everything
My countryside, my rocky mountains too
Semolita, Semolita, don’t you know that I love you
Semolita, don’t you know that I love you
Semolita, Semolita, don’t you know that I love you
Semolita...