Cantame
Maria Del Monte
Sing to me
I was a pilgrim and you took my hand
You asked my name, you put me on a horse
You put me on a horse
We counted the flowers that bloom anew in May
And I realized right away that you were in love
Sing to me you said sing to me, sing to me along the way and holding onto your waist I sang to you in the shade of the pines
