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 Se&ntilde;ora 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.