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 estrellas Mi abuelito (cantaremos de ti En el cielo (cantaremos de ti) Cantando (cantaremos de ti) Entre la luna y las estrellas (Cantaremos de ti) (Cantaremos de ti) (Cantaremos de ti) (Entre la luna y las estrellas) Mi abuelito (cantaremos de ti En el cielo (cantaremos de ti) Cantando (cantaremos de ti) Entre la luna y las estrellas