Along the track by my house
A cart drive passed
With his sentimental song
The Guajiro song:
I'm going to the crossing
To unburden my load,
I'm going to the crossing
To unburden my load,
There I'll reach the end
Of my crushing labour.
Ride on up the mountain.
I work without rest
So I can married.
I work without rest
So I can married.
And if I can achive that
I'll be a happy man.
Ride on up the mountain.
I am a Guajiro and a cart driver
And I live well off the land,
Because the countryside is padadise,
The most perfect place on earth.
Work the mountain, cultivate the plain,
Reap the fruits of your labour.
