I strolled to an old mission garden
And as I was kneeling alone
An arm gently fell on my shoulder
It was the padre of old San Antone
We went for a walk in the garden
And as we were talking alone
He told why he came to the mission
To the mission in old San Antone
Then the chapel bells, they rang
And an angel chorus sang
Mi amor Thea ma mio from the sky
Then he kneeled down to pray in the garden
And whispered Mi amor mi Corazon
Then I knew that his love was an angel
The padre of old San Antone
