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 corazon.



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,