Barrio Moon

Every Sunday in spring when the sun would go down
The streets came alive in my old little town
The men would make music; the women would swoon
Under the light of the barrio moon
He had a bottle of wine and he poured me some
He said he’d missed my sweet smile and was glad I had come
The quartet was playing a familiar tune
And my cup it was full with the barrio moon
Barrio moon, barrio moon
I followed him down to the edge of the glade
He pulled me in close, but I twisted away
And I prayed I’d mistaken good will for desire
But the moon through the trees showed his eyes were on fire
My hand found the blade by its handle of wood
I lunged with it hard as my shaking arm could
And it flashed for a moment before it passed through
Catching the light of the barrio moon
Barrio moon, barrio moon
I fell back in anger and fear to the ground
The people were rushing like wolves to the sound
My hermano rose high like a wayward balloon
Smiling adios down through the barrio moon
Barrio moon, barrio moon
Barrio moon, barrio moon