THE SEVILLANATHE SEVILLANA

The daisy dreams of being the rosemary1ª

Of being the rosemeryThe Daisy dreams Of being the rosemeryThe Daisy DreamsOf being rosemery

Of being rosemeryTo go with the VirginOn the hatTo go with the VirginOn the hat

And I, my lady,Dream with the marshlandAnd I, my lady,Dream with the marshAt any time.

2ª My mare plays after the deers

After the deer My mare playsAfter the deer My mare playsAfter the deer

After the deer And she likes to follow them Marsh inAnd she likes to follow them Marsh in

And among the branchesMy horse neighsAmong the branches My horse neightDancing sevillanas

3ª The breeze of the seas arrives in the hunting ground

That arrives in the hunting groundThe breeze of the seasThat arrives in the hunting groundThe breeze of the seasThat arrives in the hunting ground That arrives in the hunting ground

It’s kissing the pinesLittle by littleIt’s kissing the pinesLittle by little

What a joywould be being breezeWhat a joyTo kiss you faceNight and day

4ª The little birds drink on the Quema river

On the Quema Riverthe little birds drinkon the Quema Riverthe little birds drinkon the Quema River

On the Quema riverWhile the deer are runningover the sandsWhile the deer are runningover the sands

The senses are shookby the stuff from the road…The senses are shookby the stuff from the road…To my Virgin Rocío.

THE SEVILLANATHE SEVILLANA

THE ENDTHE END