Pedro Montoya of Arroyo Hondo

Pedro Montoya of Arroyo Hondo Comes each day with his load of wood Piled on two burros' backs, driving them down Over the mesa to Santa Fe town.

He comes around by Arroyo Chamisa — A small grey figure, as grey as his burros — Down from the mountains, with cedar and pine Girt about each of the burros with twine.

As patient as they are, he waits in the plaza For someone who comes with an eye out for wood, Then Pedro wakes up, like a bantam at dawn — Si, Senor, si Senor — his wood is gone.

Pedro Montoya of Arroyo Hondo Rides back on one burro and drives the other. With a sack of blue corn-meal, tobacco and meat, A bit to smoke and a bit to eat.

Pedro Montoya of Arroyo Hondo — If I envied any, I'd envy him ! With a burro to ride and a burro to drive, There is hardly a man so rich alive.