I strolled to an old mission garden
And as I was kneeling alone
An arm gently fell on my shoulder
It was the padre of old San Antone

We went for a walk in the garden
And as we were talking alone
He told why he came to the mission
To the mission in old San Antone

Then the chapel bells, they rang
And an angel chorus sang
Mi amore Thea ma mio from the sky

Then he kneeled down to pray in the garden
And whispered Mi amore mi Corazonne
Then I knew that his love was an angel
The padre of old San Antone

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Then the chapel bells, they rang
And an angel chorus sang
Mi amore Thea ma mio from the sky

Then he kneeled down to pray in the garden
And whispered Mi amore mi Corazonne
Then I knew that his love was an angel
The padre of old San Antone...