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A long time ago |
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In the small border town of Nogales |
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There lived a beautiful Mexican girl |
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Named Ava Maria Morales |
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Her dark hair would glisten and shine |
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When touched by the sun |
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And she loved a cowboy that told her |
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He worked on a ranch just outside of Tucson |
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Diamonds he gave to her |
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Caused many people to say |
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How could he give her such diamonds |
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As these on thirty a month cowboy pay |
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She paid no attention to what they said |
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Or what they did |
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'Cause she never doubted |
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he worked on a ranch out of Tucson, just like he said |
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Then to Nogales one morning |
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Came ridin' a stranger |
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He wore a badge on the front of his vest |
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The new one in town was a ranger |
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And he showed some pictures |
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Of outlaws and bandits he chased |
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And one of the pictures caused Ava Maria |
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To turn with fear on her face |
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Ava Maria, it's true |
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What they said |
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Your cowboy's an outlaw |
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With a price on his head |
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The ranger left town on the trail |
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Of the outlaws he hunted |
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Ava Maria prayed he'd never catch the cowboy |
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She loved and she wanted |
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'Cause deep in her heart she believed |
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That the ranger was wrong |
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The outlaw just looked like the cowboy |
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That worked on the ranch just outside of Tucson |
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True love would never let Ava Maria believe it |
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And there in her window each evening |
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She'd light a candle |
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And hope he would see it |
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The years turned her dark hair to silver |
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But love still lived on |
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She prayed every night for the cowboy |
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That worked on the ranch just outside of Tucson |
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One night the town of Nogales |
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Was saddened to see |
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The window where Ava Maria would watch |
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Was dark where a light used to be |
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Some love stories live for a while |
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And then they are gone |
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For over a century the story of Ava Maria |
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Has lived on and on |
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Ava Maria, it's your spirit lives on |
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I hope you have found him |
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At the ranch just outside of Tucson |
