Los Peces En El Río
Villancicos
The fish in the river
The Virgin is combing her hair
Between curtain and curtain
Her hair is gold
And the fine silver comb
But look how the fish in the river drink
But look how they drink to see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see God be born
The Virgin is washing
And tending in the rosemary
The little angels singing
And the flowering rosemary
But look how the fish in the river drink
But look how they drink to see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see God be born
The Virgin is washing
With very little soap
His hands were itchy
hands of my heart
But look how the fish in the river drink
But look how they drink to see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see God be born
