The venerable Father Francisco Geronimo
Native to Mexico City they say
He made his confession there
I only met him once
In Matamoros, eating his chiles on fire

Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at the feet of La Conquistadora

The venerable Father Francisco Geronimo
He’s been buried for hundreds of years
I knew him, he was an apostolic man
He had a way with words
He’d use them unless he needed guns or his swords

Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at the feet of La Conquistadora

She had a history herself
Vacationed down at at the ruins
She’d stay there ’till her blood run cold
She’d stay there ’till her blood run cold
No tellin’ what she was doin’

The venerable Father Francisco Geronimo
Enjoyed the fruits of his labors all day
No one dreamed he was really on the run
Never to come back home
Left to pilgrim alone, ‘Viva la revolucion’

Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at the feet of La Conquistadora

The venerable Father Francisco Geronimo
You can read his story written in red
Painted on the side of his casket
Among the sacred bones
There’s nothing left to atone for in this city of faith

Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at the feet of La Conquistadora

Words and music by Hector Saldana, Copyright 2007