The moon is shining on the Pecos Mountains
Like a blue and silver dream
And far away below the moonlit mountains
You are standing in your field

You are an old man
The earth is in your voice
And in the songs that spill from your memory
A hoe in your old hand
Black water in the furrowed rows
You sing our lives as they used to be
Mi abuelito

Tomorrow morning we will carry you
Beyond the village to a stony hill
And rest you there beside your brightest blanket

Leaves and diamonds that you wove last year

Then, with our song
We will call for the summer stars
To fill the sky like a silver dream
How we will sing
As we hold to the memory of your earthen voice on the moonlit field

"Mi abuelito - cantaremos de ti
En el cielo - cantaremos de ti
Cantando - cantaremos de ti
Entre la luna y las entrellas!"