El Tamborilero
Ventino
The Drummer Boy
The road that leads to Bethlehem
Leads down to the valley covered in snow
The little shepherds want to see their king
They bring him gifts in their humble sack
He was born in a stable in Bethlehem
The baby Jesus
I wish I could lay at your feet
A gift that would please you, Lord
But you already know I'm poor too
And I have nothing but an old drum
In your honor, I'll play in front of the stable
With my drum
The road that leads to Bethlehem
I’m marking it with my old drum
There's nothing better that I can offer
Its rough sound is a song of love
When God saw me playing before him
He smiled at me
