Galhos Secos
Banda Êxodo
Dry Branches
On the dry branches of any tree
Where no one could ever imagine
The Creator sees
A flower blooming
Behold, behold, behold
The lilies have grown in the fields
And the Lord, our God
Has fed us for our joy
For our joy
For our joy
Behold, behold, behold
The lilies have grown in the fields
And the Lord, our God
Has fed us for our joy
For our joy
For our joy
