Old Guitaron

Old guitaron speak low And we'll sing him the prettiest song We know The pale moon is riding the sky Night is a kiss time to whisper I love you so Show me how guitaron Above how the angels would sing If they made love Or if you can only impart The music deep within my heart He'll hear me sigh And fly to me like a dove A dove that is what I'll be High in the jackal on the tree Am I not your oldest friend amigo? Am I not the one who taught you? Everything we know And if you know and I think you do How we could break his heart in two Teach me how to poxy every word I say Till he belongs to me alone Old guitaron don't lie and we'll sing a song That will make him cry The tears in his beautiful eyes Will show like the stars When I whisper I love you until I die I know your guitaron that love has a warmth That could melt a heart of stone So play in your prettiest way And maybe he'll promise to stay With me and love and you my old guitaron With me and love and you my old guitaron.