I was walking alone near the old Spanish home
There was fog in the air; rustic junipers I swear
near the old Spanish home
It was there that I found letters scattered on the ground
And the trail of his words flooded to me from the earth
near the old Spanish home
And they said "please come down,
from that state you're in
honey you can tell"
But I've seen
When the photographs they fade
and the films they serenade my homesick ways
And I've seen
when the only source of light
Is the moon that fills the night and lit the way
The way back home
And the words that I read
Burn a hole inside my head
Written many years ago, near a town in Mexico
Near the old Spanish home
They said "please come down,
from that state you're in
honey you can tell"
But I've seen
When the photographs they fade
and the films they serenade my homesick ways
And I've seen
when the only source of light
Is the moon that fills the night and lit the way
The way back home
Oooh, ooh
And they said "please come down,
from that state you're in
honey you can tell"
Oh, I've seen
When the photographs they fade
and the films they serenade my homesick ways
And I've seen
when the only source of light
Is the moon that fills the night and lit the way
The way back home
Yeah, I've seen
When the photographs they fade
and the films they serenade my homesick ways
And I've seen
when the only source of light
Is the moon that fills the night and lit the way
The way back home
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