Spanish Is a Loving 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 corazon.

Moonlight on the patio,
Old Sen~ora 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 corazon.";

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 corazon.";