Lyrics

He came from who knows where,
Like a wind gust here and there,
To help the people end thier sorrow,
For them he was thier knight,
For honor, freedom, and fight,
This is the legend they called Zorro.

In a minute he'd be there,
Fighting honor and despair,
The rolling hills he would ride.
Dark horse, sword, and style,
He'd leave there with a smile,
Don't ever challenge him,
You better find a place to hide.

The soldiers look for him,
At his villa he would grin,
Maybe they would wait until tomorrow.
Reward was posted here,
For a ghost who wasn't near,
This is the legend they called Zorro.