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| Gordon LightfootTemplate that configures 16 tracks for 16 separate MIDI channels, full Volume, and centered Pan. Never had much to say, he traveled alone with no friends. Like a shadowy ghost at dawn he came and he went. Throught the woodland swiftly gliding to the young maid he came riding where she'd run to meet him by the garden wall. "Oh my sweet Miguel, I will never tell. No one will ever know what I know too well." And he'd smile and lay his head on her breast and he'd say, "I have no fear, they're waiting for me to cross the border, to swim the river, but I've done that before to see my true love's smiling face, a hundred times or more!" "Oh, my sweet Miguel," she cried, "I'll love you til I die." He was born to the south in Mexico, they say. The child of a man who was soon gone away. But his mother loved him dearly and she would take him yearly to the great cathedral in St. Augustine. "Oh my young Miguel, listen to the bell. Of my poverty you must never tell." And he cried himself to sleep in the night, and he vowed to make things right. So he took the gun down to from the wall and he paid a call, he knew she'd under stand. A lawman came to capture him, the gun jumped in his hand. "Oh, Miguel!" the mother cried, "You must run now or you'll die." So the story is told, Of his true love cross the line. As strong as the oak And as sweet as the vine And the child she bore him Came on that fatefull morning When they sent him to his final rest. "Oh my sweet Miguel, Listen to the bell No one will ever know what I know too well." And she'd smile and lay the child on her breast and she'd say, "I have no fear, I'm waiting for you to cross the border, to swim the river, 'Cause you've done that before to see your true love's smiling face, a hundred times or more!" "Oh, my sweet Miguel," she cried, "I'll love you til I die." |
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