Spanish Eyes
I know for sure his heart is here with meThough I wish him back, I know he cannot seeMy hands trembelingI know he hears me sing
I light this candle and watch it throwTears on my pillowAnd if there is a ChristHe'll come tonightAnd pray for Spanish eyes
And if I have nothing left to showBut tears on my pillowWhat kind of life is thisIf God existsThen help me pray for Spanish eyes
He had to fight like all the restIn the barrio all the streets are paved with fearI don't understandAt least he was a man
I light this candle and watch it throwTears on my pillowAnd if there is a ChristHe'll come tonightAnd pray for Spanish eyes
And if I have nothing left to showBut tears on my pillowWhat kind of life is thisIf God existsThen help me pray for Spanish eyes
How many lives will they have to takeHow much heartacheHow many suns will they have to burnSpanish eyesWhen will they ever learn
You were not the Maravilla in our mindsWe were proud to fight but we cannot win this blindStand you arms against the wallWho's next in line to fall