| Song | Spanish Is a Loving Tongue |
| Artist | Marianne Faithfull |
| Album | Come My Way |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Traditional | |
| Spanish is a loving tongue | |
| Soft as music, light as spray | |
| 'Twas a boy I learnt it from | |
| Living down Sonora way. | |
| He didn't look much like a lover | |
| Yet I say his love words over | |
| Often when I'm all alone, | |
| Mi amor, mi corazón. | |
| Moonlight on the patio, | |
| Old Señora nodding near. | |
| Me and Juan were talking low | |
| So the Madre couldn't hear. | |
| How those hours would go a-flying | |
| And too soon I'd hear him sighing, | |
| Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
| 'Mi amor, mi corazón.' | |
| Haven't seen him since that night, | |
| He can't cross the line you know. | |
| Wanted for a gambling fight, | |
| Well, perhaps it's better so. | |
| Yet I sometimes sort of miss him | |
| Since that last sad night I kissed him | |
| Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
| 'Adios, mi corazón.' |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| Spanish is a loving tongue | |
| Soft as music, light as spray | |
| ' Twas a boy I learnt it from | |
| Living down Sonora way. | |
| He didn' t look much like a lover | |
| Yet I say his love words over | |
| Often when I' m all alone, | |
| Mi amor, mi corazo n. | |
| Moonlight on the patio, | |
| Old Se ora nodding near. | |
| Me and Juan were talking low | |
| So the Madre couldn' t hear. | |
| How those hours would go aflying | |
| And too soon I' d hear him sighing, | |
| Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
| ' Mi amor, mi corazo n.' | |
| Haven' t seen him since that night, | |
| He can' t cross the line you know. | |
| Wanted for a gambling fight, | |
| Well, perhaps it' s better so. | |
| Yet I sometimes sort of miss him | |
| Since that last sad night I kissed him | |
| Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
| ' Adios, mi corazo n.' |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| Spanish is a loving tongue | |
| Soft as music, light as spray | |
| ' Twas a boy I learnt it from | |
| Living down Sonora way. | |
| He didn' t look much like a lover | |
| Yet I say his love words over | |
| Often when I' m all alone, | |
| Mi amor, mi corazó n. | |
| Moonlight on the patio, | |
| Old Se ora nodding near. | |
| Me and Juan were talking low | |
| So the Madre couldn' t hear. | |
| How those hours would go aflying | |
| And too soon I' d hear him sighing, | |
| Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
| ' Mi amor, mi corazó n.' | |
| Haven' t seen him since that night, | |
| He can' t cross the line you know. | |
| Wanted for a gambling fight, | |
| Well, perhaps it' s better so. | |
| Yet I sometimes sort of miss him | |
| Since that last sad night I kissed him | |
| Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
| ' Adios, mi corazó n.' |