E rorro, rorro meu neno
Fuxan Os Ventos
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye My Baby
I'm a poor guy from Galicia
I come from the south of the land
And to Baby Jesus I bring
A cloth for a little shirt
The Baby is in the cradle
Dressed in flannel
The children who rock him
Are the angels from Heaven!
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye
My Baby
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye
My Baby
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye
My Love.
