The Pilgrimage
On the trail, on the trail
Joseph and Mary
Through the frozen plains
Thistles and nettles
On the trail, on the trail
Cutting through fields
There's no shelter or inn
Keep walking
Little flower of the field
Carnation of the air
If no one hosts you
Where do you bloom?
Where do you bloom, little flower
Growing up
Scared little dove
Sleepless cricket?
On the trail, on the trail
Joseph and Mary
With a hidden God
No one knew
On the trail, on the trail
The pilgrims
Lend me a shelter
For my child
On the trail, on the trail
Suns and moons
Eyes like almonds
Skin like olive
Oh little donkey of the field!
Oh brown ox!
My child is coming
Make room for him!
A humble thatched hut
Is my only refuge
Two friendly breaths
The clear Moon
On the trail, on the trail
Joseph and Mary
With a hidden God
No one knew