Spanish is a loving tongue
Soft as music, light as spray
twas a boy I learnt it from
Living down sonora way.
He didnt look much like a lover
Yet I say his love words over
Often when Im all alone,
Mi amor, mi corazon.
Moonlight on the patio,
Old señora nodding near.
Me and juan were talking low
So the madre couldnt hear.
How those hours would go a-flying
And too soon Id hear him sighing,
Softly murmuring sweet and low,
"mi amor, mi corazon."
Havent seen him since that night,
He cant cross the line you know.
Wanted for a gambling fight,
Well, perhaps its better so.
Yet I sometimes sort of miss him
Since that last sad night I kissed him
Softly murmuring sweet and low,
"adios, mi corazon."