Seven Spanish Angels
He looked down into her brown eyes
And said, “Say a prayer for me.”
She threw her arms around him,
Whispered, “God will keep us free.”
They could hear the riders comin’,
He said, “This is my last fight.
If they take me back to Texas,
They won’t take me back alive.”
There were seven Spanish angels at the altar of the sun.
They were prayin’ for the lovers in the valley of the gun.
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,
There was thunder from the throne,
And seven Spanish angels took another angel home.
She reached down and picked the gun up
That lay smoking in his hand.
She said, “Father, please forgive me;
I can’t make it without my man.”
And she knew the gun was empty,
And she knew she couldn’t win,
But her final prayer was answered
When the rifles fired again.
There were seven Spanish angels at the altar of the sun.
They were prayin’ for the lovers in the valley of the gun.
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,
There was thunder from the throne,
And seven Spanish angels took another angel home.