Miguel

Never had much to say, he traveled alone with no friends

Like a shadowy ghost at dawn he came and he went

Through the woodland swiftly gliding, to the young maid he came gliding

Where she'd run to meet him, by the garden wall

Oh my sweet Miguel, I will never tell

No one will ever know, what I know too well

And he'd smile and lay his head on her breast and he'd say I have no fear

They're waiting for me to cross the border, to swim the river

'Cause I've done that before

To see my true loves smiling face

A hundred times or more

Oh my sweet Miguel she cried

I'll love you till I die

He was born to the south in Mexico they say

The child of a man who had soon gone away

But his mother loved him dearly and she would take him yearly

To the great Cathedral in St. Augustine

Oh my young Miguel, listen to the bell

Of my poverty you must never tell

And he cried himself to sleep in the night

And he vowed to make things right

So he took the gun down from the wall and he paid a call

He knew she'd understand

A lawman came to capture him

The gun jumped in his hand

Oh Miguel the mother cried

You must run son or you'll die

So the story is told of his true love cross the line

As strong as the oak and as sweet as the vine

And the child she bore him, came on the fateful mornin'

When they sent him to his final rest

Oh my sweet Miguel listen to the bell

No one will ever know, of what I know too well

Then she'd smile and lay the child on her breast

And she'd say I have no fear

I'm waiting for you to cross the border, to swim the river

'Cause you've done that before

To see your true loves smiling face

A hundred times or more

Oh my sweet Miguel she cried

I'll love you till I die