1. Spanish is the loving tongue, Soft as music, light as spray; 'Twas a girl I learned it from, Living down Sonora way. I don't look much like a lover, Yet I say her love words over, Often when I'm all alone, Mi amor, mi corazon. 2. Moonlight on the patio, Old seņora nodding near, Me and Juana talking low, So the madre couldn't hear. How those hours would go a-flying, And too soon I'd hear her sighing, In her little sorry tone, Mi amor, mi corazon. 3. Never seen her since that night, I can't cross the line, you know, Wanted for a gambling fight, Like as not it's better so. Yet I've always sort of missed her, Since that last sad night I kissed her, Left her heart and lost my own, Mi amor, mi corazon.