Carl Rubino - Songwriter & PerforminG Songwriter

Lyrics

Rio Moon

Rough Demo: https://soundcloud.com/carlrubinomusic/rio-moon



Adios mi amigos
He held out his hand
As the moon bathed his face
On the banks of the Rio Grande
Silver in the moonlight
A tiny, twisting band
Lay in wait before him
As the moon lit up the land

The love of a woman
Burned through his soul that night
He knew she'd be there waiting
He knew she'd be his wife
For the touch of her hand
He'd gladly risk his life
And he heard his mother's words
As he stood in the pale moonlight

Chorus
My son, don't swim the Rio
On a moonlit summer night
For the face that smiles upon on you
Will take your life that night
The sentries in the towers
Are trained to shoot on sight
My son don't swim the Rio
On a moonlit summer night

Crouched behind the sagebrush
The searchlight beam swung by
He almost felt a shudder
As he sprung into the night
The tracers hit the water
They fell short of their mark
He splashed ashore on the other side
And he vanished in the dark




The moon over his shoulder
Lit a path as bright as day
To the rancho where his love would lie
His passion led the way
But as his cheek pressed the window pane
He felt his soul betrayed
For in the arms of the rancher
His love did dance and sway

Chorus
My son, don't swim the Rio
On a moonlit summer night
For the face that smiles upon on you
Will take your life that night
The sentries in the towers
Are trained to shoot on sight
My son don't swim the Rio
On a moonlit summer night

Before the moon had traced its arc
He stood once more in its light
That sparkled on the Rio
As the searchlights sealed his plight
With his mother's words resounding clear
He took his fateful step
While the vision of his love burned deep
As the pounding in his chest

And as the tracers hit the water
In the instant before their mark
He howled up at the moon
His words split the dark
Adios mi amigos
Adios my mother dear
Pull my body ‘cross the Rio
Where the moon shines so clear

Chorus
My son, don't swim the Rio
On a moonlit summer night
For the face that smiles upon on you
Will take your life that night
The sentries in the towers
Are trained to shoot on sight
My son don't swim the Rio
On a moonlit summer night

c. Carl Rubino/Beeshoo Boy Publishing - BMI