Thank you El Nenita for
all these angels.  I love
dem freckles gurl!

There were seven
Spanish angels, on the
altar of the sun...
They were praying for
the lovers, in the valley
of the gun...
When the battle
stopped, and the
smoke cleared, there
was thunder from the
throne...
And the seven Spanish
angels, took another
angel home.

He looked down into
her brown eyes, he
said say a prayer for
me...
She threw her arms
around him, said El
Papa will keep us free...
He 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...

There were seven
Spanish angels, on the
altar of the sun...
They were praying for
the lovers, in the valley
of the gun...
When the battle
stopped, and the
smoke cleared, there
was thunder from the
throne...
And the seven Spanish
angels, took another
angel home.

She reached down and
picked the gun up, that
lay smoking in his
hand...
She said Father please
forgive me, but I can't
make it without my
man...
And she knew the gun
was empty, and she
knew she couldn't win...
But her final prayer was
answered, when the
rifles fired again...


There were seven
Spanish angels, on the
altar of the sun...
They were praying for
the lovers, in the valley
of the gun...
When the battle
stopped, and the
smoke cleared, there
was thunder from the
throne...
And the seven Spanish
angels, took another
angel home.