Seven Spanish Angels
He looked down into her brown eyesAnd said "say a prayer for me"She threw her arms around himWhispered, "God will keep us free"They could hear the riders comingHe said, "this is my last fightIf they take me back to TexasThey won't take me back alive"
Of the seven Spanish angelsAt the altar of the sunThey were praying for the loversIn the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke clearedThere was thunder from the throneAnd seven Spanish angelsTook another angel home
She reached down and picked the gun upThat lay smoking in his handShe said, "Father, please forgive meI can't make it without my man"And she knew the gun was emptyAnd she knew she couldn't winBut her final prayer was answeredWhen the rifles fired again
There were seven Spanish angelsAt the altar of the sunThey were praying for the loversIn the valley of the gunWhen the battle stopped and the smoke clearedThere was thunder from the throneAnd seven Spanish angelsTook another angel home
There were seven Spanish angelsAt the altar of the sunThey were praying for the loversIn the valley of the gunWhen the battle stopped and the smoke clearedThere was thunder from the throneAnd seven Spanish angelsTook another angel home
There were seven Spanish angelsAt the altar of the sunThey were praying for the loversIn the valley of the gunWhen the battle stopped and the smoke clearedThere was thunder from the throneAnd seven Spanish angelsTook another angel home