Mi Abuelito

The moon is shining on the Pecos Mountains
 Like a blue and silver dream
 And far away below the moonlit mountains
 You are standing in your field
 You are an old man, the earth is in your voice
 And in the songs that spill from your memory
 A hoe in your old hand, black water in the furrowed rows
 You sing our lives as they used to be
 Mi abuelito
 Tomorrow morning we will carry you
 Beyond the village to a stony hill
 And rest you there beside your brightest blanket
 Leaves and diamonds that you wove last year
 Then, with our song
 We will call for the summer stars
 To fill the sky like a silver dream
 How we will sing
 As we hold to the memory of your earthen voice
 On the moonlit field
 Mi abuelito (cantaremos de ti
 En el cielo (cantaremos de ti)
 Cantando (cantaremos de ti)
 Entre la luna y las estrellas
 Mi abuelito (cantaremos de ti
 En el cielo (cantaremos de ti)
 Cantando (cantaremos de ti)
 Entre la luna y las estrellas
 (Cantaremos de ti)
 (Cantaremos de ti)
 (Cantaremos de ti)
 (Entre la luna y las estrellas)
 Mi abuelito (cantaremos de ti
 En el cielo (cantaremos de ti)
 Cantando (cantaremos de ti)
 Entre la luna y las estrellas