Oh, what a long road
Oh, what a tyrannical league
Oh, if I had wings
Today I would still see Ana
When the sun scorched the leaves
And drank the stream
I went to Juazeiro
To say my prayer
I'm coming back exhausted
But with a joyful heart
Father Ciço heard my prayer
Made it rain in my backlands

Oh, what a long road
Oh, what a tyrannical league
Oh, if I had wings
Today I would still see Ana

I crossed more than twenty mountains
In sandals and barefoot
Even so, it's still far
To reach my home
I bring a rosary for Das Dores
For Raimundo, a guitar
And for her, and for her
I bring myself and my heart

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