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 señora 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."