Lightfoot, Gordon - Miguel Lyrics






Never had much to say
He traveled alone with no friends
Like a shadowy ghost
At dawn he came and he went
Through the woodland swiftly gliding
To the young maid he came gliding
Where she'd run to meet him
By the garden wall
Oh my sweet Miguel
I will never tell
No one will ever know
What I know too well
And he'd smile and lay his head on her breast
And he'd say I have no fear
They're waiting for me to cross the border, to swim the river
But I've done that before
To see my true love's smiling face
A hundred times or more
Oh my sweet Miguel she cried
I'll love you till I die
He was born to the south
In Mexico they say
The child of a man
Who had soon gone away
But his mother loved him dearly
And she would take him yearly
To the great cathedral in St. Augustine
Oh my young Miguel
Listen to the bell
Of my poverty
You must never tell
And he cried himself to sleep in the night
And he vowed to make things right
So he took the gun down from the wall and he paid a call
He knew she'd understand
A lawman came to capture him
The gun jumped in his hand
Oh Miguel the mother cried
You must run son or you'll die

So the story is told
Of his true love 'cross the line
As strong as the oak
And as sweet as the vine
And the child she bore him
Came on that fateful mornin'
When they sent him to his final rest
Oh my sweet Miguel
Listen to the bell
No one will ever know
What I know too well
And she'd smile and lay the child on her breast
And she'd say I have no fear
I'm waiting for you to cross the border, to swim the river
'Cause you've done that before
To see your true love's smiling face
A hundred times or more
Oh my sweet Miguel she cried
I'll love you till I die





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  1. f.... b....

    MY BELOVED I'M DREAMING OF YOU FROM THE AFTERLIFE

  2. J.... B....

    What a fantastic creation. Why many have never heard this ballad is beyond me. It shows how versatile Gord's composing skill is. Sounds purely Mexican. I love a latin feel in a song. Listen to that intricate guitar work !

  3. J.... J....

    Beautiful song. Like Bob Dylan said once of Lightfoots' songs. "You never want them to end". So true!

  4. J.... J....

    Grew up with this album, know it by heart. Plan to have it played at my wake. Not sad. Not sorry.

  5. J.... F....

    Goosebumps...

  6. S.... S....

    an absolute gem
    you nailed it Gordo

  7. L.... S....

    My favorite song off "Summer Side". Is this based on a real incident?

  8. J.... K....

    Beautiful!

  9. C.... ....

    Never had much to say
    He traveled alone with no friends
    Like a shadowy ghost
    At dawn he came and he went
    Through the woodland swiftly gliding
    To the young maid he came gliding
    Where she'd run to meet him
    By the garden wall
    Oh my sweet Miguel
    I will never tell
    No one will ever know
    What I know too well
    And he'd smile and lay his head on her breast
    And he'd say I have no fear
    They're waiting for me to cross the border, to swim the river
    But I've done that before
    To see my true love's smiling face
    A hundred times or more
    Oh my sweet Miguel she cried
    I'll love you till I die
    He was born to the south
    In Mexico they say
    The child of a man
    Who had soon gone away
    But his mother loved him dearly
    And she would take him yearly
    To the great cathedral in St. Augustine
    Oh my young Miguel
    Listen to the bell
    Of my poverty
    You must never tell
    And he cried himself to sleep in the night
    And he vowed to make things right
    So he took the gun down from the wall and he paid a call
    He knew she'd understand
    A lawman came to capture him
    The gun jumped in his hand
    Oh Miguel the mother cried
    You must run son or you'll die

    So the story is told
    Of his true love 'cross the line
    As strong as the oak
    And as sweet as the vine
    And the child she bore him
    Came on that fateful mornin'
    When they sent him to his final rest
    Oh my sweet Miguel
    Listen to the bell
    No one will ever know
    What I know too well
    And she'd smile and lay the child on her breast
    And she'd say I have no fear
    I'm waiting for you to cross the border, to swim the river
    'Cause you've done that before
    To see your true love's smiling face
    A hundred times or more
    Oh my sweet Miguel she cried
    I'll love you till I die