She met him one night in Laredo,
Just a wild comanchero they say.
They told her that he'd been an outlaw
And she'd have to send him away.
They warned her of toil and of hardships
And a life filled with heartaches and tears.
Then one day he sent her a message,
The one she'd been waiting to hear.
Meet me tonight in Laredo,
Wait till the moon's hangin' low.
Meet me tonight in Laredo,
We'll soon be in old Mexico.
The night as they slipped through the darkness
To the trail where their horses were tied.
He whispered a prayer for tomorrow
That she would be safe by his side.
She smiled as they climbed in the saddle
And as swift as a wild prairie wind,
They rode to the Madre Sierra
Repeating these words once again:
Meet me tonight in Laredo,
Wait till the moon's hangin' low.
Meet me tonight in Laredo,
We'll soon be in old Mexico.
Now in their own hacienda
In the glow of a soft candlelight,
The hands that once held a sixgun
Are holding their baby tonight.
She echoes, "His God will go with us,
And at night when the moon's hangin' low."
She smiles as she fondly remembers
The words he had said long ago.
Meet me tonight in Laredo,
Wait till the moon's hangin' low.
Meet me tonight in Laredo,
We'll soon be in old Mexico.