Cantaba Jose

Resting by a well
in the shade of a cypress tree,
in the shade of a cypress tree,
the shepherds have stopped
before reaching Bethlehem;
before reaching Bethlehem.

Joseph was singing,
Mary was washing,
hanging up the cloths
so they could dry.
So they could dry.
The baby was sleeping,
Joseph was singing to him.

A couple of angels,
came rushing in;
came rushing in
to see the Divine Baby
and to say good morning,
and to say good morning.

With all the shepherds
acting as sentinels,
acting as sentinels;
worshiping the king of heaven
above his most beautiful cradle.

With the baby on his knee,
Joseph was singing to him,
Joseph was singing to him,
while Mary was washing
in a nearby stream,
in a nearby stream.