Galhos Secos
Catedral
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 field
And the Lord, our God
Has fed them for our joy
For our joy
For our joy
For our joy
For our joy
For our joy
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 field
And the Lord, our God
Has fed them for our joy
For our joy
For our joy
For our joy
For our joy
For our joy
