Los Campanilleros
Villancicos
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 guitar they make me cry
They make me cry
They wake me up with their little bells
And with their guitar 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
And with devotion
Singing songs to the child of God
On the night of Christmas Eve
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
In the fields of my Andalusia
The bell ringers in the early morning
They wake me up with their little bells
Adoring the child who has already been born
Who has already been born
They wake me up with their little bells
Adoring the child who has already been born
Who has already been born
They wake me up with their little bells
Adoring the child who has already been born
