The sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.

Waiting for the patrol,
Like a condemned man's last smoke.
Finally we watch them roll,
Leaving the desert full of dust and gold.

The sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.

Trudging across the sand
For miles and miles of no-man's land.
Faces tough and tanned
From years of running 'cross the Rio Grande.

The sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.

Suddenly bullets ring --
Eating dust and wildly shooting.
Paco screams, he's bleeding --
Leave him lie and keep on fighting.

The sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.

O the sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.

O the sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.

Of the sun.