Caminheiro
Sérgio Reis
Wayfarer
Wayfarer who's going there
Towards the direction of my land
Please make a stop
At the white house on the hill
There lives an old lady
Crying for her son
That old lady is my mother
And her son is me
Hey wayfarer
Deliver 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 rooster
My old shotgun
And the weeping guitar
Hey wayfarer
Do me this favor
Wayfarer tell mother
Not to worry
God willing, this year
I will graduate
Once 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
Hey wayfarer
Don't forget to inform
Hey wayfarer
Deliver this message of mine
Hey wayfarer
Deliver this message of mine
