Across the way from Union Station is our family's favorite stand   You can take a seat and eat and drink, hear the mariachi bands   L.A.'s oldest road is a marketplace run by charming and kind Latinos   You'll ignore faint scents of sewage once you've tasted them taquitos      There was that day the world seemed brighter, the hot green sauce a little hotter   (You know you've got a good batch when your eyes begin to water)   And I believe God laughed along with our surprise at happy feet   Papa stood straight up and did a little dance there on old Olvera Street      Couldn't help himself 'cos the day was warm and the company was sweet   And strangers laughed, too, at the sight that made our day complete   With his family gathered on Father's Day, his love ran wide and deep   And Papa said so with his little dance down on old Olvera Street      Above us loomed Avila Adobe, oldest house in Los Angeles   Did I really see that second sight that nearly brought me to my knees?   Encarnacion Abela, Francisco the Rancher's grieving widow watching Papa dance   I swear her sad ghost smiled there in that upper-story window      She couldn't help herself 'cos the day was warm and the sight was oh so sweet   The crowd laughed, too, at the joyous soul who made our day complete   With his family gathered on Father's Day, Dad's love ran wide and deep   And he said so with his little dance down on old Olvera Street      In a world that wounds us time to time   That glimpse of grace is so sublime   And though the Angels now live in Anaheim   They flew in for just a peak   At that miracle of the Fandango   Down on old Olvera Street      And heaven knows I love that man   He's more than half of who I am   It's the thing I'm beginning to understand   I wish my heart had moved my feet   And I had joined my Daddy when he danced that day   Down on old Olvera Street