Rio - Jeffrey Foucault

Run the Rio

Up to Albuquerque

Baby by my side

Nothing can hurt me

Ribbon of gold

Cottonwoods turning

High desert cold

I’m still burning

Just to hold you near

White silver bracelets

Turquoise and clay

The light on your hands

At the end of the day

Santa Fe

Mission bells ringing

Piñon smoke

I hear my baby singing

She sings Albuquerque