Que Vaquero
The lines on his face do the talkin’. Only the horses he looks in the eye.
Too old for the young hands to notice. Too Mexican for them to even try.
Light a candle for those young cowboys, they soon will swallow their pride.
They’ll see the patron saint of horsemen when that old vaquero rides.
When the old vaquero rides.
Cabalgando con gracia libre y veloz.
Hermano del viento feroz
De cientos de anos atras
Misterioso vaquero capaz
Que vaquero! Que hombre! Arre!
Dust rises like smoke from an alter, hooves dance to a tune few can hear.
Sun glints on Garcia silver, something timeless is happening here.
Can you learn from the old vaquero? Can the old world and new world collide?
Can you hear the Spanish angels when the old vaquero rides?
When the old vaquero rides!