La Oveja Perdida

The sun is setting behind the pine trees
Midnight arrives and in its dread
Through thorny paths through the pine trees
The good shepherd goes in search of his sheep

It's you, it's you, it's you the sheep
The lost sheep that the shepherd seeks
It's you, it's you, it's you the sheep
That were bought with blood and love
Come to me, my lost sheep
From here I heard your complaint
And I have come to find you and take you with me to the fold

The dawn is breaking and in its streams
A song of life, light, and color springs forth
Through mountains and hills through the brambles
The good shepherd still searches for his sheep
Emer & Yoly