He looked down into her brown eyes,
Said, " Say a prayer for me"
She threw her arms around him,
Whispered, "God will keep us free"
They could hear the riders comin,
He said, "This is my last fight
If they take me back to Texas,
They won't take me back alive"
There were seven Spanish Angels,
At the alter of the Sun
They were prayin' for the lovers,
In 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
She reached down and picked the gun up,
That lay smokin 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 couldn't win
Her final prayer was answered,
When the rifles fired again