as the day ends
the girls walk along the dusty road
barefoot and singing a song from
the old country
carrying baskets full of fruit from the field
white and grey dresses glowing
in the hot August sun
cant you hear em singing
just like Sunday morning
just like a choir in heaven itself
sweet sound rhyming in Portuguese
their beautiful faces with smiles
as they walk in the road home
after the long long day
in the fertile field
picking fruit and filling baskets
time to go home
walk along the busy dusty road
back to the old town
be with their men
with a baby underfoot
how they gonna get the washin done
hear em sining in the late august sun
such a lovely sound
such a sweet sight
the girls walk along the dusty road
barefoot and singing a song from
the old country
carrying baskets full of fruit from the field
white and grey dresses glowing
in the hot August sun