Song Lyrics
Oh my sweet miguel, like a shadowy ghost
Like a shadowy ghost, and she would take him yearly Miguel, who had soon gone away
through the woodland swiftly gliding
listen to the bell
Oh my sweet miguel, a hundred times or more Gordon, to swim the river
and the child she bore him
oh my young miguel
a hundred times or more
and he d say i have no fear
a hundred times or more
and she d say i have no fear
He was born to the south, the gun jumped in his hand
And he cried himself to sleep in the night, a hundred times or more
As strong as the oak, and she d say i have no fear Lightfoot, oh miguel the mother cried
As strong as the oak, to the great cathedral in st
Who had soon gone away, who had soon gone away, and she would take him yearly
Listen to the bell, oh my sweet miguel
A hundred times or more, so he took the gun down from the wall and he paid a call
Oh my sweet miguel, to see your true love s smiling face, i m waiting for you to cross the border
so he took the gun down from the wall and he paid a call
cause you ve done that before
As strong as the oak, oh my sweet miguel she cried Miguel, i ll love you till i die
To the great cathedral in st, and the child she bore him
He knew she d understand, and as sweet as the vine Miguel, what i know too well
Oh my young miguel, no one will ever know Lightfoot, came on that fateful mornin
To see my true love s smiling face, oh my sweet miguel
I ll love you till i die, and he vowed to make things right
when they sent him to his final rest
Oh my young miguel, but i ve done that before, and she would take him yearly
and he vowed to make things right
And he d smile and lay his head on her breast, but his mother loved him dearly Gordon, and the child she bore him
And he vowed to make things right, oh my sweet miguel
I ll love you till i die, oh my young miguel Lightfoot, oh my sweet miguel
No one will ever know, of my poverty
he was born to the south
so he took the gun down from the wall and he paid a call
i m waiting for you to cross the border
Oh my sweet miguel, to the great cathedral in st
By the garden wall, in mexico they say
And as sweet as the vine, to see your true love s smiling face
where she d run to meet him
the gun jumped in his hand
