(words & music by larue - webster - romans) The day that we wed You blessed us and said May heaven bestow you grace There in that holy place We shared our first embrace
Our cottage was small but richer than all The palaces of the king All day the birds would sing Our hearts were filled with spring
Padre, padre What happened to our love's so cruel Padre, oh padre In my grief I turn to you
Then he came along And sang her his song And won her with honey lies He of the fiery eyes Now it's not her that cries
So I will pray The hours away And weary my heart has grown Wondering where love has flown Counting my beads alone
Padre, oh padre Please tell me how such things can be Padre, oh padre Pray for my love and me
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