Seven Spanish Angels

He looked down into the brown eyes

And said, "Say a prayer for me."

And 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,

But her final prayer was answered

When the rifles fired again.