Peter Rowan - Come back to old santa fe

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Now the ^Dsnow softly falls on the plaza In the ^Emstillness before the break of dawn ^AAll through the night I’ve been searching Your memory calling me ^Don At ^Dsunrise down at the cathedral A ^Emyoung girl in tears softly prays Saints ^Asmile from above I ^Dfound you my ^Bmlove In ^AOld Santa ^DFe ^BmCome back To Old Santa ^AFe ^GCome back to Old Santa ^F#7Fe I ^Gknow my love waits behind ^Dold Spanish ^Bmgates ^ACome back to Old Santa ^DFe