PADRE
Jim Reeves


Padre, padre
In my grief I turn to you

The day that we wed you blessed us and said
"May heaven bestow you grace"
There in that holy place
We shared our first embrace

Our cottage was small but richer than all
The palaces of a king
All day the birds would sing
Our hearts were full of Spring

   Padre, Padre 
   What happened to our love so true?
   Padre, Padre
   In my grief I turn to you

Then she came along and sang him her song
And won him with honeyed lies
She of the golden eyes
Not it's my heart that cries

So I kneel and pray the hours away
And weary my heart has grown
Wond'ring where love has flown
Counting my tears alone

   Padre, Padre 
   Please tell me where my love can be
   Padre, Padre
   Pray . . . for my love . . . and me. 



(Transcribed by Ruthie Zimmerlin - November 2003)