Spanish Is A Rising Tongue

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 corazón.

Moonlight on the patio,

Old Señora 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,

'Mi amor, mi corazón.'

Haven't seen him since that night,

He can't cross the line you know.

Wanted for a gambling fight,

Well, perhaps it's better so.

Yet I sometimes sort of miss him

Since that last sad night I kissed him

Softly murmuring sweet and low,

'Adios, mi corazón.'