Madera Del Canto
Los Manseros Santiagueños
Wood of the Song
A love changed my life, her name is guitar
Sweetheart of my soul, wood that cries and sings
A piece of summer has filled my heart
And now we roam the world spreading our love
Love from the warm land with its sadness of the lowlands
For the afternoons that dance barefoot by the salt flats
A love changed my life, her name is guitar
Sweetheart of my soul, wood that cries and sings
I found her by the herb garden, fragrant with basil
Where the breeze and the little stream had their magic
Under the starry sky of the enchanted night
That rocked two lanterns in the light of dawn
Bringing joy to the poor folks, a carnival in March
And in the embers of the heart of a Santiago native
