He Never Spoke Spanish to Me - Eleanor McEvoy

I met him in old Mexico

He was laughing sad and young

In a smokey room where no one could see

His favorite poets all agreed

Spanish is a loving tongue

But he never spoke Spanish to me

He was born in Monterrey

All the Christmas songs were sung

And Padre knew what he’d grow up to be

Saints and sinners all agree

Spanish is a loving tongue

But he never spoke Spanish to me

Like a lion screaming in the jungle low

He never fooled with things he couldn’t see

He spoke to all the shadows in his bungalow

But he never spoke Spanish to me

He said if you’re from Texas, woman

Where’s your boots and where’s your gun

And I smiled and said I got guns that no one can see

Well, we laughed at that, we both agreed

Spanish is a loving tongue

But he never spoke Spanish to me

I left him in old Mexico

He was laughing sad and young

In a smokey room where no one could see

His favorite poets all agreed

Spanish is a loving tongue

But he never spoke Spanish to me

No, he never spoke Spanish to me