| I’ve been riding all day long through the wall of rain
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| In the shadow of the mountains on the barren plains
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| To my angel in the village where a lamplight glows
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| If the dogs there don’t betray me, no one will know
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| In the city of the soldier, in the time of war
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| There I met my Angelina, I was 24
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| We made arrangements soon thereafter
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| Wedding plans were drawn just beyond the sound of laughter
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| Cannons thundered on when I enlisted in the army, Angelina cried
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| I whispered to her, «Don't you worry God is on our side»
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| On the battlegrounds before me His plan was soon revealed
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| He guided me to fame and glory on the battlefield
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| Ooh ooh, the raven flies, ooh ooh, the coyote cries
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| Juan Miguel Ramos Montoya led his rebels well
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| We fought them through the Emerald Valley to the Sacred Hill
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| In the end we were defeated, I was left for dead
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| Juan Montoya took our city, Angelina fled
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| I took to hiding in the mountains through the wintertime
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| In the spring I rode to safety across the borderline
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| I sent word to Angelina, soon I will return
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| With the full moon in the window, let your lamplight burn
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| From the bluff above her village, my hope has turned to fright
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| Only darkness in the windows, not a single light
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| I cursed my God and shook my angry fists at Him above
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| Twice forsaken, once in war and now in love
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| Ooh ooh, the raven flies, ooh ooh, the coyote cries
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| I ran in rage toward the chapel, stricken by my loss
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| I vowed to leave my lifeless body upon His holy Cross
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| But at the altar of the chapel, a lonely candle shown
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| Across the face of Angelina kneeling all alone
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| Ooh ooh, the raven flies, ooh ooh, the coyote cries
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| Ooh ooh, the raven flies, ooh ooh, the coyote cries |