When the morning awakesand the last schadows disappear, the people look at up in the sierra, to the sunly highs, look above where the white eagle lonly flysand like a greet to sun, it sounds on this old song.
Sierra, siera madre del sud, Sierra sierra madre, oooh Sierra, siera madre del sud, Sierra sierra madre,
When the work is done, and the ewening knows only peace,the people see up where the Sierra burns im the red dawn, and they thing ewrn on how fast a fortune can be for ewer gone, and a thousand hearts relift it like a pray.
Sierra, siera madre del sud, Sierra sierra madre, oooh Sierra, siera madre del sud, Sierra sierra madre,
Sierra, Sierra Madre