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Title: Audio: Spanish is the Loving Tongue

Author: Roger McGuinn

Release Date: January 8, 2004 [eBook #10652]

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Spanish is the Loving Tongue
(Charles Badger Clark, Jr.)

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 muck like a lover,
Yet I say her love 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 beating
When I heard her tender greeting,
Whispered soft for me alone--
"Mi amor, mi corazon"

Moonlight on the patio,
Old senora nodding near,
Me and Juana talking low
So the Madre couldn't hear.
How the hours would go a-flyin'!
And too soon I'd hear her sighin'
In her little sorry tone--
"Adios mi corazon."

But one time