El Tamborilero
Cecilia Echeñique
The Little Drummer Boy
The road that leads to Bethlehem
descends to the valley that the snow covered
the little shepherds want to see their king
they bring gifts in their humble bags
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He is born in a stable in Bethlehem
the child God
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I would like to put at your feet
some present that pleases you, Lord
But you already know that I am also poor
and I have nothing but an old drum
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In your honor, I will play
with my drum next to the stable.
The road that leads to Bethlehem
I am marking it with my old drum
there is nothing better that I can offer you
Its hoarse sound is a song of love
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When God saw me playing before him
he smiled
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ropopom pom
ropopom pom
ropopom pom.
