He looked down into her brown eyes and said say a prayer for me
She threw her arms around him whispered God will keep us free
They could hear the riders coming he said this is my last fight
If they take me back to Texas they won't take me back alive
There were seven Spanish angels at the alter of the sun
They were praying for the lovers in the valley of the guns
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels took another angel home
She reached down and picked the gun up that lay smokin' in his hand
She said father please forgive me I can't make it without my man
And she knew the gun was empty and she knew she couldn't win
But her final prayer was answered when the rifles fired again
There were seven Spanish angels...
There were seven Spanish angels...
There were seven Spanish angels...