El Buen Modo
Tengo tanto que agradecer
Al que me dio de beber
Cuando de sed me moría
Agua en jarro, gusto a pozo
Pero río caudaloso
Me parecía
Estos ojos no olvidarán
Al que una vez me dio pan
Cuando el hambre me afligía
Miga dura, pan casero
Que trigal del mundo entero
Me parecía
Seas siempre bendito
Por tu buen modo
Porque al darme poquito
Me diste todo
Antes que la muerte
Me robe la ocasión
Para corresponderte
Aquí te mando mi corazón
Hoy me acuerdo de aquel que ayer
Se supo compadecer
Cuando lágrimas vertía
Era parco su consuelo
Pero Dios con un pañuelo
Me parecía
Nunca pude olvidarme yo
Del que una vez me albergó
Cuando techo no tenía
Rancho pobre, catre chico
Pero caserón de rico
Me parecía
Seas siempre bendito
Por tu buen modo
Porque al darme poquito
Me diste todo
Antes que la muerte
Me robe la ocasión
Para corresponderte
Aquí te mando mi corazón
The Good Way
I have so much to be thankful for
To the one who gave me to drink
When I was dying of thirst
Water in a jug, taste of a well
But a mighty river
It seemed to me
These eyes will not forget
The one who once gave me bread
When hunger afflicted me
Hard crumb, homemade bread
That wheat field of the whole world
It seemed to me
May you always be blessed
For your good way
Because by giving me a little
You gave me everything
Before death
Steals the chance
To repay you
Here I send you my heart
Today I remember the one who yesterday
Knew how to show compassion
When tears were shed
His comfort was scarce
But God with a handkerchief
It seemed to me
I could never forget
The one who once sheltered me
When I had no roof
Poor shack, small cot
But a mansion of the rich
It seemed to me
May you always be blessed
For your good way
Because by giving me a little
You gave me everything
Before death
Steals the chance
To repay you
Here I send you my heart