Ya Viene El Niñito

Here comes the little one playing among the flowers
And the little birds sing him love songs
The poor shepherds have woken up
And they’re bringing him straw and flowers
The straw is cold, the bed is hard
The Virgin Mary cries with tenderness

All the stars are falling down
At the feet of the child, whiter than they are
Pretty little one, a bunch of flowers
He cries, poor thing, for the sinners