Rio Abajo
Arturo Gatica
Down the River
Little water flowing down the river
Singing as you go between the rocks,
Tell my dear black girl
That by the river, I’ll be waiting for her.
Mountain water,
Crossing valleys, reaching the sea,
I want you to tell her
How much I’ve cried for her!
Oh yes, yes! Oh no, no!
Down the river, I’m singing along.
Oh yes, yes! Oh no, no!
To a heartless ungrateful one.
Music.
When early in the morning,
My love, I start to sing,
The little water flows saying
That someone’s dying in loneliness.
Water from Aconcagua,
Crossing valleys, reaching the sea,
I want you to tell her
How much I’ve cried for her!
Oh yes, yes! Oh no, no!
Down the river, I’m singing along.
Oh yes, yes! Oh no, no!
To a heartless ungrateful one.
Little water flowing down the river
Singing as you go between the rocks.
(Water from Aconcagua,
At midnight, I’ll drink you up,
Because they say it’s a remedy,
A holy remedy for a bad love.)
