Singer: Jorge CALDARASinger 2: Carlos Montalvo y Miguel MartinoComposer: Carmelo LarreaAuthor: Carmelo Larrea
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Lyrics
Hoy he vuelto a pasar por aquel camino verde, que por el valle se pierde, con mi triste soledad. Hoy he vuelto a rezar en la fuente de la ermita y pedi a tu virgensita que yo te vuelva a encontrar. Por el camino verde, camino verde que va a la ermita. Desde que tu te fuiste lloran de pena las margaritas. La fuente se ha secao, las azucecnas ya estan marchitas. En el camino verde, camino verde que va a la ermita. Hoy he vuelto a pasar por aquel camino verde, que por el valle se pierde junto a mi felicidad. Hoy he vuelto a grabar, nuestros nombres en la encina, he subido a la colina y alli me he puesto a llorar. En el camino verde, camino verde que va a la ermita, desde que tu te fuiste lloran de pena las margaritas, la fuente se ha secao, las asusenas ya estan marchitas, en el camino verde , camino verde que va a la ermita.. La fuente se ha secao, las asusenas ya estan marchitas, en el camino verde , camino verde que va a la ermita. Camino...Camino verde..
English translation
Today I passed by that green road again, that is lost in the valley, with my sad loneliness. Today I prayed again at the fountain of the hermitage and asked your little virgin that I may meet you again. On the green road, green road that goes to the hermitage. Since you left, the daisies are crying with sorrow. The fountain has dried up, the lilies are already withered. On the green road, green road that goes to the hermitage. Today I passed by that green road again, that through the valley is lost along with my happiness. Today I have again engraved our names on the oak tree, I climbed the hill and there I began to cry. On the green road, green road that goes to the hermitage, since you left, the daisies have been crying with grief, the fountain has dried up, the asusenas are already withered, on the green road, green road that goes to the hermitage... The fountain has dried up, the daisies are already wilted, on the green road, green road that goes to the hermitage. Road...Green road...