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Al despuntar en la loma el día

Julia Wade

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Artist:
Julia Wade
Lyricist:
Herber Romero
Genre:
Classical Crossover
,
Latin
,
Sacred
,
World Music
Song Duration:
03:06

Lyrics

Al Despuntar en la Loma el Día
When The Day Dawns Over The Hills

Texto y Música por Heber Romero,
Cuba

Piano: Rafael Alcalá, Programación de Bajo Rafael Alcalá

Al despuntar en la loma el día,
Al ver Tu gloria nacer
Se llena el campo de Tu alegría,
Se ve la yerba crecer.
Y yo, Señor, que temía
Que no fuera como ayer,
Te veo aqui como siempre,
En mi vida y en mi ser.

Se mezcla el sol en el horizonte
Con un verde cafetal,
En la espesura canta el sinsonte,
Vuelve la vida al corral;
Y siento el aire fragante,
Mezcla de aroma y sudor,
Y Tú me pides que cante,
Y Te canto, mi Señor.

Quisiera ser como aquel arroyo
Grato para refrescar
O el arrollar de Tu pensamiento
Que se escucha en el palmar.
Como el cantío de un gallo,
Como el trinar del zorzal,
Mi voz se alza en el viento,
Oh mi Dios, para cantar.

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

When the day dawns over the hills,
Seeing your glory born
The fields are filled with your joy,
We see the grass growing.
And I, Lord, who feared that
It wouldn’t be like yesterday,
I see you here as always,
In my life and in my being.

The sun in the horizon blends
With the green coffee fields,
In the thicket sings the songbird,
life returns to the corral;
And I smell the fragrant air,
A blend of perfume and sweat,
And You ask me for a song,
And I sing to You my Lord.

I want to be like that river
Pleasant for refreshing
Or the winding of your thoughts
That is heard in the palm grove.
Like the crowing of the rooster,
Like the warbling of the thrush,
My voice ascends in the wind,
Oh my God, for singing.

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