Spanish Is The Loving Tongue

Spanish is the loving tongue,
Soft as music, light as spring
Was a girl that I learned it from,
Living down Sonora way.

I don't look much like a lover,
But I say her love words over,
Mostly when I'm all alone
"Mi amor, mi corazón."

On the nights that I would ride
She would listen for my spurs,
Throw those big doors open wide,
and raise those laughing eyes of hers

How those hours get to flying
All too soon I'd hear her sighing
In her little sorry tone
"Mi amor, mi corazón."

I haven't seen her since that night
I can't cross the line you know
Want me for a gambling fight
Like as not, it's better so.

And Yet I've always sort of missed her
Since that last sad night that I kissed her
Lost my heart and left to roam
"Mi amor, mi corazón."