Orizaba

Is it long to Orizaba?

Have I far to go?

When I ask the carrier-pigeons,

They don't know.

There's a mountain I am seeking,

Feathered all with snow.

When I ask the valley orchids,

They don't know.

Like an orchid pale and folded,

Like a snowy bird,

That's the mountain I am seeking:

Have you heard?

You can see it on the sunrise

When the clear winds blow.

Is it far to Orizaba,

Do you know?