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(Charles Badger Clark, original Version)
Spanish is the loving tongue
Soft as music, light as spray;
'Twas a girl I learned it from
Living down Sonora way.
I don't look much like a lover,
Yet I say her soft words over.
Often when I'm all alone-
"Mi amor, mi corazon"
Nights when she knew where I'd ride
She would listen for my spurs,
Fling the big door open wide,
Raise them laughing eyes of hers.
And my heart would nigh stop beatin'
when I heard her tender greetin',
Whispered soft for me alone-,
"Mi amor, mi corazon!"
Moonlight in the patio,
Old Senora nodding' near,
Me and Juana talkin' low
So the Madre couldn't hear-
How those hours would go a-flyin'!
And too soon I'd hear her sighin'
In her little sorry tone -
"Adios, mi corazon!"
But one time I had to fly
For a foolish gamblin' fight,
And we said a swift good-bye
In that black unlucky night.
When I'd loosed her arms from clingin'
With her words the hoofs kept ringin'
As I galloped north alone -
"Adios, mi corazon!"
Never seen her since that night,
I kaint cross the line, you know.
She was Mex, and I was white;
Like as not it's better so.
Yet I've always sort of missed her
Since that last wild night I kissed her;
Left her heart and lost my own-
"Adios, mi corazon."
Charles Badger Clark
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