Description
Down in the valley,
There is a mission,
By the old oak tree.
By the mission,
There is a fountain,
Where my love told me:
There’s a web like a spider’s web,
Made of silver light and shadows,*
Spun by the moon in my room at night.
It’s a web made to catch a dream,
Hold it tight Û÷til I awaken,
As if to tell me, my dream is all right.
In the evening,
I was leaving,
My love dreamt of me.
I was sleeping,
She was weeping,
When she said to me:
There’s a web like a spider’s web,
Made of silver light and shadows,
Spun by the moon in my room at night.
It’s a web made to catch a dream,
Hold it tight Û÷til I awaken,
As if to tell me, my dream is all right.
I met a stranger,
His name was Danger,
We rode side by side.
Down in Santa Fe,
I killed a man they say
Danger told me, ÛÏRide!Û
There’s a web like a spider’s web,
Made of silver light and shadows,
Spun by the moon in my room at night.
It’s a web made to catch a dream,
Hold it tight Û÷til I awaken,
As if to tell me, my dream is all right.
Now if I return,
They will hang me,
By the old oak tree,
Down by the mission,
Down by the fountain,
Where my love told me:
There’s a web like a spider’s web,
Made of silver light and shadows,
Spun by the moon in my room at night.
It’s a web made to catch a dream,
Hold it tight Û÷til I awaken,
As if to tell me, my dream is all right.
