I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You 
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



There ain’t no use to worry
And there ain’t no use to cry
I know that you won’t change now until the day you die
And I’m too blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You

You said you’d always love me
You swore you’d be my own
But now it’s plain to see you’ve been cheating all along
That’s why I’m blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You

Your clothes, you got ‘em packed
So head right that door
And it ain’t gonna be like it was that time before
Cause I’m too blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You

Ah get blue Jimmy

Ah get low down son

You know I really loved you
I tried to treat you fair
But all you ever gave me is the silver in my hair
That’s why I’m blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You

They say there’s lots of woman
With hearts as pure as gold
But there just as hard to find as heat is when it’s cold
That’s why I’m blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You

Now babe you’ve had your fun
Someday you’ll shed the tears
I know you that you’ll come crawling back But hone I won’t be here
Because I’m too blue
Yes, I’m too blue
I’m Too Blue To Worry Over You

A Spaceman Came Travelling
Composer(s): Chris de Burgh
Performer(s): Chris de Burgh
and multiple other artists



A spaceman came travelling on his ship from afar
'twas light years of time since his mission did start
And over a village he halted his craft
And it hung in the sky like a star, just like a star...
He followed a light and came down to a shed
Where a mother and a child were lying there on a bed
A bright light of silver shone round his head
And he had the face of an angel, and they were afraid...

Then the stranger spoke, he said 'Do not fear
I come from a planet a long way from here
And I bring a message for mankind to hear'
And suddenly the sweetest music filled the air...

And it went la, la...
Peace and goodwill to all men, and love for the child...

This lovely music went trembling through the ground
And many were wakened on hearing that sound
And travellers on the road, the village they found
By the light of that ship in the sky, which shone all round...

And just before dawn at the paling of the sky
The stranger returned and said 'Now I must fly
When two thousand years of your time has gone by
This song will begin once again, to a baby's cry...'

And it went la la... 
This song will begin once again
to a baby's cry...
And it goes la la... 
Peace and goodwill to all men
and love for the child...
Oh the whole world is waiting, waiting to hear that song again
There are thousands standing on the edge of the world
And a star is moving somewhere, the time is nearly here
This song will begin once again, to a baby's cry...

I'm Tired
Composer(s): Buck Peddy; Ray Price; Mel Tillis
Performer(s): Webb Pierce
and multiple other artists



Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way

Standing on the corner of a busy street
I'm looking for your face in every crowd I see
Checking every honky tonk in this town
I'm trying to find the places that you hang around

Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way

I've been waiting on you baby night and day
I'm wondering if your love will ever come my way
My times running out and I'm slowing down
I'm tired of being just another hang around

Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way

There ain't no happiness in anything I do
I find myself so lonely when I'm not with you
What makes you just the kind of girl a guy will love
You got so many others that your thinking of

Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way

Oh Lord, I'm tired
Tired of living this old way

A Soalin'
Composer(s): Elena Mezzetti, Noel Paul Stookey
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Fred Penner



Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home
Hey ho, nobody home
Meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home
Hey Ho, nobody home
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
God bless the master of this house, and the mistress also
And all the little children that round your table grow
The cattle in your stable and the dog by your front door
And all that dwell within your gates
we wish you ten times more
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber'
For we'll come no more a 'soalin' till this time next year
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin
I have a little pocket to put a penny in
If you haven't got a penny, a ha' penny will do
If you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place
And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace..
This holy tide of Christmas of beauty and of grace
Oh tidings of comfort and joy

I'm Tired 
Composer(s): Chris Youlden
Performer(s): Savoy Brown



I'm tired of being a fool 
And my mind going from hot to cool 
And trying to conform to others ideas 
And someone else's rules 

The life I'm living ain't mine 
I'm supposed to feel that's fine 
I didn't make the world I'm living in 
And I ain't gonna toe the line 

I'm tired of trying to be something I know ain't me 
I'm tired of living up to what people expect me to be 
You know some people are different 
Now ain't that a crying shame 
Now wouldn't be a real drag if we were all the same 

And I'm not going to try to please 
Eyes that just don't see 
If I get myself together 
You'll have the blues not me 

I'm tired of trying to be something I know ain't me 
I'm tired of living up to what people expect me to be 
You know some people are different 
Now ain't that a crying shame 
Now wouldn't be a real drag if we were all the same 

And I'm not going to try to please 
Eyes that just don't see 
If I get myself together 
You'll have the blues not me 

You'll have the blues not me

A Sailor's Christmas
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett; Roger Guth
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett



Sail on the horizons gotta landfall rendezvous 
Captain steers a well-known course, he steers straight and true 
As he trims the sheets, he sings a song 
He learned on boats and bars 
Sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour 'neath the stars 

He's traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes 
He's logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain 
But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land

He'll tell some lies, meet some spies 
And dance barefoot in the sand 

(Chorus) 
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook 
Caye con les, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book 
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun 
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun

There's a party down at Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers 
Faces in the shadows, God, I haven't seen for years 
A mast and shroud fill with lights 
'Neath the waning of the moon 
They're an airy celebration in the realm of King Neptune

(Chorus) 

Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea 
The North Pole is ocean's remote frozen balcony 
The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play 
'Cause nothing really matters, after all it's Christmas day 

The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book 
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun 
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun 
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun 
Havin' fun... havin' fun...havin' fun

Im Tiefen Keller 
Composer(s): Ludwig Fischer; Karl Müchler
Performer(s): Ivan Rebroff; Letzenbergstare



Im tiefen Keller sitz' ich hier
Bei einem Faß voll Reben
Bin frohen Mut's und lasse mir
Vom Allerbesten geben
Der Küfer holt mir gleich 'ne neue Flasche vor
Gehorsam meinem Winke
Füllt mir das Glas
Ich hielt's empor
Und trinke, trinke, trinke

Mich plagt ein Dämon, Durst genannt
Und um ihn zu verscheuchen
Neh'm ich mein großes Glas zur Hand
Und lass mir Wodka reichen
Die ganze Welt, na ja, erscheint mir nun
In rosaroter Schminke
Ich könnte keinem böses tun
Wenn ich trinke, trinke, trinke!

Redneck Christmas
Performer(s): Ray Stevens



We're havin' a redneck christmas
With traditional possum stew (yee-haw)
We're havin' a redneck christmas
Hope Santa brings a little rabbit too (yum yum)
Got Paw new chaw redman
Maw a brand new spit cup (phtoeey)
And I got my wife a brand new set
Of re-treads for my pickup truck
(Ain't he the sweetest thang)
Oh we ain't nevr seen ther raindeer
But we painted the bulls nose red (moo)
Put runners under the outhouse
And we're usin' it fer a sled
(Darn fool idiots what're doin?
Sorry didn't know you was in there grandpaw
Merry Christmas now ya hear?
Well, I got yer merry christmas right here
Come back with thet catalog)
We're havin' a redneck christmas
TP'd the whole front yard
Put big red bows on the hound dogs
Turned the lights on all the cars (howls)
I love a redneck christmas
It's a simple kinda life
You buy one gift and that takes care
Of yer cousin and yer wife
I went downtown to see Santy Claus
Gave a dollar to one of them legs
(Here you go shorty)
So Santa'd bring a man for daughter
After all she's near bout' twelve
(Poor thing she'll be a spinster soon)
We're havin' a redneck christmas
Hung our stockings on the stove
On the stove (sizzle)
Hope Santa brings us big stuff
'Cause the little stuff falls thru the toes, falls thru the toes
We's havin' a redneck christmas
With homemade moonshine eggnog (glug glug)
I took a little swig
Thought it needed more kick
Throwed in a little toe de frog
(burp, hic, ribbit, hic, ribbit)
(Hic) 

I'm Through With Love
Composer(s): Fud Livingston; Matty Malneck; Gus Kahn
Performer(s): Marilyn Monroe
and multiple other artists



I have given you my true love
But you love a new love
What am I supposed to do now
With you now, you're through?
You'll be on your merry way
And there's only this to say

I'm through with love
I'll never fall again
Said adieu to love
Don't ever call again
For I must have you or no one
Because I'm through with love

I've locked my heart
I'll keep my feelings there
I have stocked my heart
With an icy, Frigidaire
For I mean to care for no one
Because I'm through with love

Why did you lead me
to think you could care?
You didn't need me
for you had your share
of slaves around you
to hound you and swear
with deep emotion, devotion to you

Goodbye to spring and all it meant to me
It could never bring the things that used to be
For I must have you or no one
So I am through with love

Goodbye to spring and all it meant to me
It can never bring the thing that used to be
For I must have you or no one
Because I'm through with love

A New Dial (aka In Those Twelve Days)
(Traditional)



What are they that are but one?
We have one God alone
In heaven above sits on His throne

What are they which are but two?
Two testaments, the old and new
We do acknowledge to be true

What are they which are but three?
Three persons in the Trinity
Which make one God in unity

What are they which are but four
Four sweet Evangelists there are
Christ's birth, life, death which do declare

What are they which are but five?
Five senses, like five kings, maintain
In every man a several reign

What are they which are but six?
Six days to labor is not wrong
For God himself did work so long

What are they which are but seven?
Seven liberal arts hath God sent down
With divine skill man's soul to crown

What are they which are but eight?
Eight Beatitudes are there given
Use them right and go to heaven

What are they which are but nine?
Nine Muses, like the heaven's nine spheres
With sacred tunes entice our ears

What are they which are but ten?
Ten statutes God to Moses gave
Which, kept or broke, do spill or save

What are they which are but eleven?
Eleven thousand virgins did partake
And suffered death for Jesus' sake

What are they which are but twelve?
Twelve are attending on God's son
Twelve make our creed 
The Dial's done

I'm The Urban Spaceman
Composer(s): Neil Innes
Performer(s): The Bonzo Dog Band



I'm the urban spaceman baby, I've got speed 
I've got everything I need
I'm the urban spaceman baby, I can fly
I'm a supersonic guy

I don't need pleasure
I don't feel pain
If you were to knock me down
I'd just get up again
I'm the urban spaceman babe and
I'm making out
I'm all about

I wake up every morning
with a smile upon my face
My natural exuberance
spills out all over the place
I'm the urban spaceman
I'm intelligent and clean
Know what I mean?

I'm the urban spaceman, as a lover second to none
It's a lot of fun

I never let my friends down
I've never made a boob
I'm a glossy magazine
an advert in the tube
I'm the urban spaceman babe, but here comes the twist
I don't exist

A Mom's Night Before Christmas



It was the night before Christmas, when all through the abode
Only one creature was stirring, and she was cleaning the commode
The children were finally sleeping, all snug in their beds
While visions of Nintendo and Barbie, flipped through their heads

The dad was snoring in front of the TV
With a half-constructed bicycle on his knee

So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter
Which made her sigh, "Now what's the matter?"
With toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand
She descended the stairs, and saw the old man
He was covered with ashes and soot, which fell with a shrug
"Oh great!!" muttered the mom 
"Now I have to clean the rug"

"Ho-Ho-Ho!!" cried Santa 
"I'm glad you're awake
Your gift was especially difficult to make"
"Thanks, Santa, but all I want is some time alone"
"Exactly!!" he chuckled 
"I've made you a clone"
"A clone?" she asked 
"What good is that?
Run along, Santa 
I've no time for chit-chat"

It was the mother's twin
Same hair, same eyes, same double chin
"She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess
You'll relax, take it easy, watch the Young and the Restless"
"Fantastic!!" the mom cheered 
"My dream come true!
I'll shop 
I'll read 
I'll sleep a whole night through!"

From the room above, the youngest began to fret
"Mommy?!? I'm scared, and I'm wet"
The clone replied "I'm coming, sweetheart"
"Hey," the mom smiled "She knows her part"
The clone changed the small one, and hummed a tune
As she bundled the child, in a blanket cocoon

"You're the best mommy ever
I really love you"
The clone smiled and sighed "I love you, too"
The mom frowned and said "Sorry, Santa, no deal
That's my child's love that she's trying to steal"
Smiling wisely Santa said 
"To me it is clear
Only one loving mother is needed here"

The mom kissed her child, and tucked her into bed
"Thank you, Santa, for clearing my head
I sometimes forget it won't be very long
When they'll be too old, for my cradle-song"
The clock on the mantle began to chime
Santa whispered to the clone 
"It works every time"

With the clone by his side, Santa said "Good night
Merry Christmas, Mom 
You'll be alright" 
 
								

I'm The Toughest
Composer(s): Peter Tosh
Performer(s): Peter Tosh; Bunny Wailer



Anything you can do
I can do it better
I'm the toughest
I'm the toughest
And I can do what you can't do
You'll never try to do what I do
I'm the toughest
I'm the toughest

Stop from doing wrongs
Change your foolish plans
Stop from doing wrongs
Just live up like a man

I'm the toughest
I'm the toughest

Now my little brothers
You've got to be good
Do what's right
Don't be bad-minded
Just take what's yours
And there'll be no fuss or fight

Stop from doing wrongs
Change your foolish plan
Stop from doing wrongs
Just live up like a man

I'm the toughest
I'm the toughest

Now my brothers
You've got to be good
Just do what you know is right
Don't be bad minded
Just take what's yours
And there'll be no fuss or fight

I said I love my brothers
I said I love my sisters
I don't covet my neighbor
And I love my neighbor

A Merry Christmas At Grandmother's
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters



Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother's house we go
The horses await to carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifting snow

Over the river and through the woods
Oh how the wind does blow
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go

Oh, over the river and through the woods
Now Grandmother's cap I spy
Hurrah for the fun, is the pudding done
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie

Over the river and through the woods
And straight to the farmyard gate
Spring over the ground like a hunting hound
For this is Christmas day

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Hark the bells are ringing
Hear the children singing
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry Christmas and a Glad New Year

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Hark the bells are ringing
Hear the children singing
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry Christmas and a Glad New Year

Oh, over the river and through the woods
We must hurry, we mustn't be late
We seem to be going extremely slow
It is so hard to wait

Over the river and through the woods
Oh, how the wind does blow
Hurrah for the fun, is the pudding done
For this is Christmas day

Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Hark, all the bells are ringing
Hear the children singing

Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry Christmas and a Glad New Year

Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas
And a Glad New Year

Pied Piper
Composer(s): Artie Kornfeld - Steve Duboff
First release by: Changin' Times - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1966 - Le Pipeau (by Sheila)
1966 - Bandiera Gialla (Gianni Pettenati)



You
With your masquerading
And you
Always contemplating
What to do
In case heaven has found you
Can't you see
That it's all around you
So follow me

[1, 2: Hey] come on, babe
Follow me
I'm the Pied Piper
Follow me
I'm the Pied Piper
And I'll show you where it's at
Come on, babe
Can't you see
I'm the Pied Piper
Trust in me
I'm the Pied Piper
And I'll show you where it's at

Girl
Don't be scared to move
Hey, babe
What are you tryin' to prove
It ain't true
That your life has kicked you
It's your mind
And that's all that's trickin' you
So step in line

Come on, babe
Follow me
Come on, babe
Trust in me
Come on, babe
Can't you see
Come on, babe
Follow me
I'm the Pied Piper

A Las Doce De La Noche



A las doce de la noche
un niñito nacerá
alegraos, pastorcillos
que el que nace Dios será (bis)
¡Jesús, qué alegría, qué noche tan buena!
¡Qué noche tan buena, todo es resplandor!
Mil gracias, Dios mío, mil gracias, Señor
Mil gracias, Dios mío, mil gracias, Señor
El Niño Dios ha nacido
acudamos al portal
a ofrecerle nuestros dones
también nuestra voluntad
también nuestra voluntad

Bandiera Gialla
((Adapted from: Pied Piper (by Changin' Times) - 1965))
((French Version: Le Pipeau (by Sheila) - 1966))
Composer(s): Artie Kornfeld - Steve Duboff - Alberto Testa - Nisa
Performer(s): Gianni Pettenati - 1966



Sì questa sera è festa grande
noi scendiamo in pista subito
e se vuoi divertirti vieni qua
ti terremo fra di noi e ballerai...

Finché vedrai
sventolar bandiera gialla
tu saprai che qui si balla
ed il tempo volerà...

Saprai
quando c'è bandiera gialla
che la gioventù è bella
e il tuo cuore batterà
Sai
quelli che non ci voglion bene
è perché non si ricordano
di esser stati ragazzi giovani
o di aver avuto già
la nostra età...

Finché vedrai
sventolar bandiera gialla
tu saprai che qui si balla
ed il tempo volerà...

Saprai
quando c'è bandiera gialla
che la gioventù è bella
e il tuo cuore batterà
Finché vedrai
sventolar bandiera gialla
tu saprai che qui si balla
ed il tempo volerà...
Saprai
quando c'è bandiera gialla
che la gioventù è bella
e il tuo cuore batterà

Siamo noi
siamo noi
bandiera gialla...
Vieni qui
che qui si balla...
Vieni qui
che qui si balla...
Siamo noi
bandiera gialla...

A Las Arandelas



Alabemos todos 
al Niño Jesús 
que nació en Belén 
y murió en la Cruz
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
También alabemos 
con suma alegría
a sus santos padres
San José y María
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Después de alabar 
al Rey de los cielos
con los de esta casa 
nos entenderemos
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Y les cantaremos 
de Dios con la gracia
deseando a todos 
muy felices Pascuas
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Y un año feliz 
con prosperidad 
salud y dinero
y felicidad
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Que el Niño Jesús 
muy a bien lo tenga 
librarlos a todos 
de las malas lenguas
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Que los libre el Niño 
de los envidiosos
que hacen mala sangre 
y viven rabiosos 
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Y los libre el cielo 
de un vecino malo 
que es mucho peor 
que un incendio al lado
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Señores, ¡silencio! 
que el sonido empieza
de plato y cubiertos 
y arreglos de mesa
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Por el agujero 
de la cerradura
ya se siente el bajo 
de fritanga pura
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Y allá en la cocina
ruido de sartenes 
que sacan del horno 
pavos y pasteles
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Pues, según señales
esta gente buena 
trata de obsequiarnos 
con tamaña cena
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Así, pues, señores
los dueños de casa 
abran sus puertas 
que el tiempo se pasa
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Y al entrar, señores 
mucha precaución
con los que se meten 
sin invitación
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Y en los aguinaldos 
los pulpos nombrados 
se sientan primero 
que los invitados
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Y al ir a la mesa 
los primeros son 
en comer de todo 
con mucha ambición
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Y son los primeros 
en damas sacar 
y hasta los registros 
los suelen bailar 
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Entremos, señores 
a esta honrada casa
saludando a todos 
y dando las gracias 
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Y después de entrar 
esa gente buena
que no tarde mucho 
en poner la cena
 
A las arandelas, A las arandelas 
A las arandelas de mi corazon 
 
Así, pues, señores
sin más dilación 
entremos cantando 
arandelas son

Le Pipeau
((Adapted from: Pied Piper (by Changin' Times) - 1965))
((Italian Version: Bandiera Gialla (by Gianni Pettenati) - 1966))
Composer(s): Artie Kornfeld - Steve Duboff - Jacques Demarny - Claude Carrère
Performer(s): Sheila - 1966



Toi que le monde ignore
Oui, toi que la vie dévore
Pour qui l'amour
N'a pas fait d'effort
Jusqu'à ce jour
Ne te désole pas!
Regarde-moi!

Allez, viens!
Tu verras que dans le monde
Il y a, chaque seconde
Des plus malheureux que toi
Allez, viens!
Tu verras que la nature
A gardé un peu d'eau pure
Et des fruits, rien que pour toi

Toi qui n'as pas de chance
Oui, toi qui n'as plus confiance
Ecoute-moi
Car la providence
Est avec toi
Mais tu ne la vois pas
Regarde-moi!

Allez, viens!
Tu verras quoi qu'on en dise
Que la vie a des surprises
Quand on ne s'y attend pas
Allez, viens!
Tu verras que la jeunesse
Est la plus grande richesse
Que l'on possède ici-bas
Allez, viens!
Et ne fais plus cette tête!
Pour avoir ce que l'on souhaite
Il faut faire les premiers pas

{x2:}
Allez, viens!
Tu verras que dans le monde
Il y a, chaque seconde
Des plus malheureux que toi

A La Nanita Nana
(English Version: The Christmas Guy)
(Traditional)



A la nanita nana, nanita ea, nanita ea
Mi Jesus tiene sueno, bendito sea, bendito sea
Fuentecilla que corres clara y sonora
Ruisenor q'en la selva cantando Iloras
Callad mientras la cuna se balancea
A la nanita nana, nanita ea

A la nanita nana, nanita ea, nanita ea
Sleep, sleep my little Jesus
May peace attend Thee, may peace attend Thee
To the world, little Savior 
New hope thou'rt bringing
All the world, little Savior 
Thy praises singing
God's angels hov'ring o'er 
Thee chant alleluia
A la nanita nana, nanita ea