La Hija de Juan Simón
Antonio Molina
Juan Simon's Daughter
When I finished my sentence
I lived very alone and lost
She died of sorrow and I
Who have been the cause know she died being good
She died of sorrow and I
Who have been the cause know she died being good.
They buried her in the afternoon
The daughter of Juan Simon
And it was Simon in the village
And it was Simon in the village ay,
The only gravedigger
He himself to his own daughter
To the cemetery he took
And he himself dug the grave
And he himself dug the grave murmuring a prayer.
And as he carried the shovel in one hand
And the pickaxe on his shoulder
His friends asked him
And everyone asked him ay
Where are you coming from Juan Simon
I am a gravedigger and I come
I am a gravedigger and I come
I am a gravedigger and I come ay
To bury my heart.
