I know for sure his heart is here

with me

Though I wish him back

I know he cannot see my

hands trembling

I know he hears me sing

I light this candle and watch it throw

tears on my pillow

And if there is a Christ

He'll come tonight

to pray for Spanish eyes

And if I have nothing left to show

Tears on my pillow

What kind of life is this?

If God e ists

then help me pray for Spanish eyes

He had to fight like all the rest

In the barrio

all the streets are paved with fear

I don't understand

At least he was a man

I light this candle and watch it throw

tears on my pillow

And if there is a Christ

He'll come tonight

to pray for Spanish eyes

And if I have nothing left to show

Tears on my pillow

What kind of life is this?

If God e ists

then help me pray for Spanish eyes

How many lives will they have to take?

How much heartache?

How many suns will they have to burn?

Spanish eyes, when will they ever learn?

You were not the Maravilla in our minds

We were proud to fight

but we cannot win this blind

Stand your gun's against the wall

Who's ne t in line to fall?

I light this candle and watch it throw

tears on my pillow

And if there is a Christ

He'll come tonight

to pray for Spanish eyes

And if I have nothing left to show

Tears on my pillow

What kind of life is this?

If God e ists

then help me pray for Spanish eyes

Tus lagrimas de tristeza

No me dejan olvidarte

How many lives will they have to take?

How much heartache?

How many suns will they have to burn?

Spanish eyes, when will they ever learn?

Thanks for singing D

"Spanish Eyes" as written by Madonna

Louise Ciccone Madonna Ciccone

Lyrics Sony ATV Music Publishing

LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.