El Arriero

In the sands, whirlwinds dance
And the sun plays in the brightness of the rocky ground
And clinging to the magic of the roads
The mule driver goes, the mule driver goes

His poncho in the wind is a flag of mist
He is greeted by the flutes of the grasslands
And shouting along the path through those hills
The mule driver goes, the mule driver goes

Sorrows and little cows go down the same path
Sorrows and little cows go down the same path
Sorrows belong to us, little cows belong to others
Sorrows belong to us, little cows belong to others

A slaughter of suns shows the evening
The lights of the rocky ground went out
And encouraging the troop, keep going
The mule driver goes, the mule driver goes

And hopefully the night brings memories
That make loneliness less heavy
Like a shadow in the shadow through those hills
The mule driver goes, the mule driver goes

Sorrows and little cows go down the same path
Sorrows and little cows go down the same path
Sorrows belong to us, little cows belong to others
Sorrows belong to us, little cows belong to others

And clinging to the magic of the roads, the mule driver goes, the mule driver goes