De la Sierra Morena,
cielito lindo, vienen bajando,

Un par de ojitos negros, cielito lindo, de contrabando.

Ay, ay, ay, ay !
Canta y no llores,
Porque cantando se alegran, cielito lindo, los corazones.

Pájaro que abandona, cielito lindo, su primer nido,

Si lo encuentra ocupado, cielito lindo, bien merecido.

Ese lunar que tienes!
cielito lindo, junto a la boca,

No se lo des a nadie,
cielito lindo, que a mí me toca.

Una flecha en el aire!
cielito lindo, lanzó Cupido,
si la tiró jugando,
cielito lindo, a mí me ha herido.

I've got my mind on my moneyI've got my mind on my money

1 Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,

the little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head;

the stars in the heavens looked down where He lay,

the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

2 The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,

but little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes.

I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky

and stay by my side until morning is nigh.

3 Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask Thee to stay

close by me forever, and love me, I pray.

Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,

and fit us for heaven, to live with Thee there.