Banks Of The Guadalupe

Down by the banks of the Guadalupe

On a summer's evening and a haloed moon

Wide-eyed as nightowls, naked as a dream

We washed our love in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.

We slept like time itself under diamond skies

Far from the bright lights and the city's lies

Our love arose like a morning dream

And it was washed in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.

Well the mountain dreams of a blanket of snow

And the wild wind dreams of directions it might blow

But the river's dream is a dream of love

And a dream of sweet reflections from above.

Down by the banks of the river of change

We watched the river running from the wishes of the mountain range

And the stars and the wildwood played the season's theme

And it was washed in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.

Down by the banks of the Guadalupe

On a summer's evening and a haloed moon

Wide-eyed as nightowls, naked as a dream

We washed our love in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.