Padre Of Old San Antone

I strolled to an old mission garden and as I was kneeling alone An arm gently fell on my shoulder it was the padre of old San Antone We went for a walk in the garden and as we were talking alone He told why he came to the mission to the mission in old San Antone Then the chapel bells they rang and an angel chorus sang "Mi amor mi amigo" from the sky Then he kneeled down to pray in the garden and whispered Mi amore mi Corazonne Then I knew that his love was an angel the padre of old San Antone