There were seven Spanish angels at the altar of the sun
They were praying for the lovers at 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

He looked down into her brown eyes and said, "Say a prayer for me"
She put 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."

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She reached down to pick 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 could not win
And her final prayers were answered when the the rifles fired again.