My rosary has broken and my beads have all slipped through
Yes I'll sit with you and talk, let your eyes relive again
And the future you're giving me, holds nothing for a gun
I've no wish to be living sixty years on, on, on
And senorita play guitar, play it just for you
And the future you're giving me, holds nothing for a gun
You know the war you fought in wasn't too much fun
You've hung up your great coat and you've laid down your gun
Your choral lamp that burns so low when you are passing through
I know my vintage prayers would be very much the same
And Magdalena plays the organ, plays it just for you