Alecrim Dourado
Galinha Pintadinha
Golden Rosemary
Rosemary, golden rosemary
That was born in the field
Without being sown
It was my love
Who told me
That the flower of the field is the rosemary
Rosemary, golden rosemary
That was born in the field
Without being sown
It was my love
Who told me
That the flower of the field is the rosemary
Rosemary, golden rosemary
That was born in the field without being sown
It was my love
Who told me
That the flower of the field is the rosemary
