Caminheiro
Milionário e José Rico
Wayfarer
Wayfarer who's going there
Towards my homeland
Please make a stop
At the white house on the hill
There lives an old lady
Crying for her son
This old lady is my mother
And her son is me
Go, wayfarer
Take this message of mine
Please tell mother
To take good care of what is mine
To look after my horse
That my late father gave me
Of my countryside dog
My fighting Indian rooster
My old shotgun
And the weeping guitar
Go, wayfarer
Do me this favor
Wayfarer, tell mother
Not to worry
God willing, this year
I'll graduate
When I get my diploma
I'll bring her here
But if I do poorly in my studies
I'll leave everything and go back there
Go, wayfarer
Don't forget to tell
Go, wayfarer
Don't forget to tell
Go, wayfarer
Don't forget to tell
