Spanish is a loving tongue
Soft as music, light as spray
'Twas a boy I learnt it from
Living down Sonora way.
He didn't look much like a lover
Yet I say his love words over
Often when I'm all alone,
Mi amor, mi corazn.
Moonlight on the patio,
Old Seora nodding near.
Me and Juan were talking low
So the Madre couldn't hear.
How those hours would go a-flying
And too soon I'd hear him sighing,
Softly murmuring sweet and low,
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