to play.
And now as I wander,{Bb7} my thoughts ever {Eb}stray,
way.
She was a vision in old spanish lace.
Never dreaming that we were part-{Bb}ing,
And I lied as I whispered man-{F7}ana,
South of the border, I rode back one day,
There in a veil of white, by candle light, she knelt to pray.