Jonathan Jonsson - Tales of New Mexico Lyrics

On the Mexican borderline
Lays a house on the edge of town
It stood by thunderstorms
A thousand families and two world wars

And the moonlight, the moonlight
Sheds its lights upon, upon
Upon the rooftop, the rooftop
But the moonlight will soon be gone
It will be gone
It will be gone

I watch the noble car drivers running by
If they only knew as much as I
That the shack that some call their homes
Was the beginning of the land we call our own

And the moonlight, the moonlight
Sheds its lights upon, upon
Upon the rooftop, the rooftop
But the moonlight will soon be gone
It will be gone
It will be gone

Back in the days, in '49
Came a man on the porch with a bloody knife
Hispanic bride opened the door
And two quick stabs she fell to the floor

And the moonlight fades away
And all there's left is pain, is pain
But the house is forgotten by the poets
And the stories wash with the rain
With the rain, with the rain

And the moonlight, the moonlight
Sheds its lights upon, upon
Upon the rooftop, the rooftop
But the moonlight will soon be gone