Velho Obreiro

Shoulders wounded, your feet already calloused
The old times gone by
Only longing remains
Mountains of Valais was where you passed by
Announcing the word, many souls you won
You endured cold, without food
The dust of the road, how many times did you bear?
Today, feeling powerless and abandoned
But in heaven your reward is kept, your treasure

Old worker, time has passed
Your hair turning white, and weariness caught up with you
But in your hands the mark of victory, the precious seed
In many hearts you planted
Even though many have forgotten you
And not recognized your work, your worth
But your God has not forgotten you
And will give you the crown for the work you performed

How many times on your journey
By the roadside of anguish did you cry?
Far from home, longing squeezed you
But the souls awaited you and you went with love
You endured cold, without food
The dust of the road, how many times did you bear?
Today, feeling powerless and abandoned
But in heaven your reward is kept, your treasure