O Cancioneiro Das Coxilhas

When I go out on horseback
Mounted on my bay
Cutting through the plains
I don't find it bothersome
With the harmonica in the saddlebag
Because I always have it
I say when I leave
I just don't know when I'll return

I cross the fields
Only at a trotting pace
And in a good shade
I take a nap
I open my harmonica
And play a tune
From hill to hill
Only the melody is heard

And when it's late afternoon
And the sun is setting
At a farmer's house
I approach
Excuse me folks
From afar I shout
It's the songbook of the plains
That is arriving here

And when the roosters sing
At dawn
Working in the corral
Alongside the cowhands
Having a bitter mate
I saddle up the bay
And happily bids farewell
The songbook of the plains