Porqe Te Llamas Rócio

Because your name is Rocío
Your name sounds so good to me
It sounds like blessed glory
And singing by the sands
To the sound of little bells
With breezes from the burning river

You are the white dove
Pride of Andalusia
Ear of the wheat fields
And the lit poppy
Water for the pilgrim
The cause of my joy

You are shepherdess and lady
Of the flat marsh
The sailor's prison
Of the fords of Doñana
And the faith of the whole world
On Monday morning

Because your name is Rocío
In my soul I venerate you
You go in the procession
And in my sincere heart
In the silver medal
Rocío how much I love you

To the drum
And singing by the sands
Because your name is Rocío
Your name sounds so good to me