Story Behind the Song
The old ones pass on,
The children cry to sleep,
The Conquistadors (Conquerors),
on a death march,
crawling along
El Camino Real de lo Tierra Adentro,
(The royal road to the interior lands)
passing by Las Cruces (The Crosses),
they enters La Jornada de lo Muerto,
(The journey of the dead man),
Such a long time...
such a long time ago.
Lyrics
Won't be too long, no more waiting,
close your eyes,
dreams on wings they take you far away...
up above the clouds, floating on sweet cream.
Heart on wings,
Angels come to take you off to sleep...
See the river run,
thousands of miles to nowhere...
and the road streches on,
through the desert we've been wandering...
on the journey of the lost ones,
En la jornada de los muertos
(on the journey of the dead ones)
There on the hill,
see the crosses,
they tell their tales of woe.
But that was a long time,
such a long time ago.
We've found paradise,
for the Rose of the morning light will show you...
So sleep sweet my love,
though the storm rages outside your window,
Your friends have come to play,
and in our garden, grows Mota Dulc
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