He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect
I am a bad man....
There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see
The stars brightly shown perhaps Wisdom had been sprinkling the sky to calm the ones in the night who were looking ...searching....the mountains around giants full with life aromas, and...
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
Listen with calm and joy Listen with happiness ...his story is a tragedy There is joy there is pain There is beauty there is darkness
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
Ah!..san diego!.....the city the gem tucked between mountain and sea where men of honor are made where strength is born in cultured people of immpeccable intent work is hard work is hon...
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
I can hear hear frank sinatras fly… I can see the old timers smile I can see the boys huddle Planning schemeing and dreaming I can hear the pirates acordion on…
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…