Los Campanilleros

The Bell Ringers

Los Campanilleros

In the fields of my AndalusiaEn los campos de mi Andalucía
The bell ringers in the early morningLos campanilleros en la madruga
They wake me up with their little bellsMe despiertan con sus campanillas
And with their guitar they make me cryY con su guitarra me hacen llorar
They make me cryMe hacen llorar
They wake me up with their little bellsMe despiertan con sus campanillas
And with their guitar they make me cryY con su guitarra me hacen llorar

The gypsies who go through the mountainsLos gitanos que van por el monte
Singing and dancing at dawnCantando y bailando al amanecer
Playing drums, tambourinesVan tocando tambores, panderos
Singing songs to the child of GodCantándole coplas al niño de Dios
And with devotionY con devoción
Singing songs to the child of GodCantándole coplas al niño de Dios

On the night of Christmas EveEn la noche, de la Nochebuena
Under the stars of the early morningBajo las estrellas de la madruga
The shepherds with their little bellsLos pastores con sus campanillas
Adore the child who has already been bornAdoran al niño que ha nacido ya
Who has already been bornQue ha nacido ya
The shepherds with their little bellsLos pastores con sus campanillas
Adore the child who has already been bornAdoran al niño que ha nacido ya

In the fields of my AndalusiaEn los campos de mi Andalucía
The bell ringers in the early morningLos campanilleros en la madruga
They wake me up with their little bellsMe despiertan con sus campanillas
Adoring the child who has already been bornAdorando al niño que ha nacido ya
Who has already been bornQue ha nacido ya
They wake me up with their little bellsMe despiertan con sus campanillas
Adoring the child who has already been bornAdorando al niño que ha nacido ya
Who has already been bornQue ha nacido ya

They wake me up with their little bellsMe despiertan con sus campanillas
Adoring the child who has already been bornAdorando al niño que ha nacido ya