Copla Campesina

When the Moon, queen of the sky
Spreads her cloak over the valleys
She finds me next to my girl
Looking into her eyes, loving so much

Then the Moon, queen of the sky
Disappears behind the mountain
And the dawn finds me awake
Ready to fight when the day breaks

I saddle up a spirited horse
A chestnut stallion, pure cinnamon
My girl stays in our little house
I head out singing down the path

This country ballad
Can be heard from the valley to the hill
This country ballad
Can be heard from the valley to the hill

The coffee plants have ripened
They look like lips blowing kisses
They’ll be relief for my troubles
They’re the answer to my prayers

The coffee plants have ripened
The harvest time has come
My bags are filled to the brim
On my mules, breaking new ground

My spirited horse lets out a whinny
Then I get close and tighten the girth
My girl waits for me in our little house
I return singing through my fields

This country ballad
Can be heard from the valley to the hill
This country ballad
Can be heard from the valley to the hill

This country ballad
Can be heard from the valley to the hill
This country ballad
Can be heard from the valley to the hill