Al Stewart Wrote:
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> The fishing boats go out across the evening water
> Smuggling guns and arms across the Mexican border
> The wind whips up the waves so loud
> The ghost moon sails among the clouds
> Turns the rifles into silver on the border
>
> On my wall the colors of the maps are running
> From Africa the winds that talk of changes comin'
> Torches flare up in the night, the hand that sets
> the farms alight
> To spread the word to those who're waiting on the
> border
>
> In the village where I grew up
> Nothing seems the same
> But you'll never see the change from day to day
> No one notices the customs slip away
>
> Late last night the rain was knocking on my
> window
> I moved across the darkened room and in the lamp
> glow
> I thought I saw down in the street the spirit of
> the century
> Tellin' us that we're all standing on the border
>
> In the islands where I grew up
> Nothin' seems the same
> Oh the patterns just remain an empty shell
> There's a strangeness in the air, you feel too
> well
>
> The fishing boats go out across the evening water
> Smuggling guns and arms across the Mexican border
> The wind whips up the waves so loud
> The ghost moon sails among the clouds
> Turns the rifles into silver on the border
>
> On the border
> On the border
> On the border

Gee Al, don't remember your own lyrics? "Spanish" refers to a country as well as a language.

Anyway, I learned all I needed to know about the link in the first post when I saw the "donate" button.