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 coming
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 praying 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
Her final prayer was answered
When the rifles fired again
There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the Sun
They were praying 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
There were seven Spanish angels
At the alter of the Sun
They were praying 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
Come on Willie, help me with this thing
There were seven Spanish angels
At the Altar of the Sun (oh, I believe)
They were praying for the lovers (yeah, they was)
In the Valley of the Gun (well, well, well)
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne (oh, yeah)
And seven Spanish angels
Took another Angel home
Siete Ángeles Españoles
Él la miro a sus ojos marrones y dijo
Reza una oración por mi
Ella lanzó sus armas cerca de él
Susurro: Dios libéranos
Podían escuchar a los jinetes acercarse
Él dijo: Esta será mi última pelea, si ellos
Me llevan a Texas
No me llevarán con vida
Había siete ángeles españoles, en él
Altar del Sol
Estaban rezando por la pareja, en él
Valle de la pistola
Cuando paro la batalla y el humo se dispersó
Cayó un trueno desde el trono
Y siete ángeles españoles
Cargaron a otro ángel en su hogar
Ella alcanzó a recoger la pistola
Todavía humeante en su mano
Ella dijo: Por favor, padre, perdóname
No podré hacer esto sin mi hombre
Ella sabía que el arma estaba vacía
Y sabía que no podía ganar
Pero el final de la oración fue respondido
Cuando los rifles dispararon de nuevo
Y siete ángeles españoles
Del altar del Sol
Ellos rezaban por la pareja
En el valle de la pistola
Cuando paro la batalla y el humo se dispersó
Cayó un trueno desde el trono
Y siete ángeles españoles
Cargaron a otro ángel a su hogar