Let it be understood that I am Don Juan Gomez! My blood is pure blood from the proudest blood of Spain And I own hills and valleys beyond a long day's riding And heavy lies the silver upon my bridle rein. Let it be understood that I am Don Juan Gomez! My saddle-cloth is fringed with scalps of Indians I have slain And when I see a girl and knock upon her shutter Though it be dawn or dark I need not knock again. Let it be understood that I am Don Juan Gomez! Only in prayer to bend the knee and bow the head I deign. And when I pray, the saints go hurrying to the Virgin And cry, "Don Juan is praying, and must not pray in vain!" |