Carmen

Where are you going, cowgirl
With your face covered up?
I'm looking for a pilgrimage
I'm a little Moor from the Moorish quarter
I have no one, I pawned my ring
To buy this little donkey
I'm going to pray
Giddy up, little thistle, giddy up!
This little Moor doesn't live
Giddy up, little thistle, giddy up!
She's waiting for the Virgin

She comes praying a rosary
That no one knows how to pray
A little sack made of esparto
With the chickpeas to keep going
A little jug full of water
An old rosary between her fingers
That she was going over
Give it to the stick, give it!
A sip of clear water
Give it to the stick, give it!
Without uncovering her face

She's being led on her way
By the people from my brotherhood
People say, it's not my business
That she's not a little Moor from the Moorish quarter
That she has a boyfriend who's a pilgrim
Who doesn't let her make the journey
What does anyone know!
Giddy up, little thistle, giddy up!
This little Moor doesn't wait
Giddy up, little thistle, giddy up!
I want to be by her side

CHORUS
I saw her singing down the lane
Giddy up! I saw her praying, she saw me
And on Monday morning
She didn't want to leave

I held her little donkey
So she could go pray
She gave me the reins... she turned her back
Her beautiful face was uncovered
I saw her from afar, she seemed
Even though I couldn't see her face, it was her hair
Carmen, Rocío if it's Carmen
I told her not to come
Thank you, Rocío, for giving me
A cowgirl girlfriend

I saw you singing down the lane
Carmen, I saw you praying, I'm so happy
I swear every year
You're going to come with me.