They buried Aunt Lucía on a Tuesday afternoon Cousins back at Maria’s, counting what she sold Three rooms and peeling paint, and shaking heads they say “Poor woman lived like a saint — not the holy kind the kind without good sense, died without two cents”
But Aunt Lucía was richer than you’ll understand She knew her enough, held the whole world in her hands While you’re counting up the dollars, measuring worth in gold Lucía died a millionaire with stories to be told She knew what wealth was for — she spent it all on living Aunt Lucía’s kind of rich, you can’t get without giving
Six months down in Thailand, feeding kids she’d never met Could’ve fixed her roof with that — Lord, they ain’t done frettin’ yet But I remember her face, dancing barefoot, eyes so bright Teaching kids in Chiang Mai how to read by candlelight
But Aunt Lucía was richer than you’ll understand She knew her enough, held the whole world in her hands While you’re counting up the dollars, measuring worth in gold Lucía died a millionaire with stories to be told She knew what wealth was for — she spent it all on living Aunt Lucía’s kind of rich, you can’t get without giving
You want her secret? She never bought what she didn’t need. She’d say “Mijo, la riqueza no es lo que agarras fuerte — es a quién amas, lo que aprendiste, cómo duermes de noche”
That’s richness — not the thing you’re holding tight It’s who you love, what you’ve learned, how you rest at night
But Aunt Lucía was richer than you’ll understand She knew her enough, held the whole world in her hands While you’re counting up the dollars, measuring worth in gold Lucía died a millionaire with stories to be told She knew what wealth was for — she spent it all on living Aunt Lucía’s kind of rich, you can’t get without giving
So raise your coffee cups, though you don’t understand Lucía knew the secret — richest in the land She was the richest in the land
Aunt Lucía’s kind of rich, you can’t get without giving