Los Campanilleros
Rosa
The Bell Ringers
In the fields of my Andalusia
The bell ringers in the early morning
They wake me up with their little bells
And with their guitars they make me cry
They make me cry
They wake me up with their little bells
And with their guitars they make me cry
They make me cry
The gypsies who go through the mountains
Singing and dancing at dawn
Playing drums, tambourines
Singing songs to the Child of God
To the Child of God
Playing drums, tambourines
Singing songs to the Child of God
To the Child of God
On Christmas Eve night
Under the stars of the early morning
The shepherds, with their little bells
Adore the Child, who has already been born
Who has already been born
The shepherds, with their little bells
Adore the Child, who has already been born
(Who has already been born)
Who has already been born
In the fields of my Andalusia
The bell ringers in the early morning
They wake me up with their little bells
Adore the Child, who has already been born
Who has already been born
They wake me up with their little bells
Adore the Child, who has already been born
(Who has already been born)
Who has already been born
Who has already been born
Who has already been born
(Who has already been born)
