Palmero Sube a La Palma

Palmero goes up to the palm tree and tell the little palm tree
To peek out the window as her love requests
As her love requests, palmero goes up to the palm tree

Virgin of Candelaria, the darkest one, the darkest one
The one who lays her cloak on the sand, on the sand
Virgin of Candelaria, the little dark one, the little dark one
The one who lays her cloak on the hermitage, on the hermitage

All the Canarian women are like that giant Teide
Lots of snow on their faces and fire in their hearts
And fire in their hearts, all the Canarian women are

I want you to wear the white mantilla
I want you to wear the blue mantilla
I want you to wear the colorful one
I want you to wear the one you know
The one you know, the one you know
I want you to wear the white mantilla
I want you to wear the blue mantilla