Innkeepers cheat us, the English steal
The Devil waits at the side of the road
We trust in words and remnants, prayers and bones
We know that the world is a lesson
As the carved apostles in the Puerta Alta
Dividing the damned and the saved are a lesson
We beat our hands against the walls of Heaven
Saint Julian of Cuenca, pray for us
Santa Casilda, pray for us
Remember the pilgrim robbed in Pamplona
Cheated of silver the night his wifе died
Remembеr the son of the German pilgrim
Hanged as a thief at the gates of the town
Hanged at the word of an innkeeper's daughter
Innkeepers cheat us, the English steal
The Devil waits at the side of the road
We trust in words and remnants, prayers and bones
Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
His arm is in England, his jaw in Italy
And yet he works wonders
The widower, the boy on the gallows
He did not fail them
One given a horse on the road by a stranger
One kept alive for twenty-six days
Unhurt on the gallows for twenty-six days
Twenty-six days (Twenty-six days)
Twenty-six days (Twenty-six days)
Twenty-six days (Twenty-six days)
Twenty-six days (Twenty-six days)
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
His jaw is in Italy, yet he speaks
The widower robbed in Pamplona
Told by the Saint how the thief
Fell from the roof of a house to his death
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
His arm is in England, yet the boy
The pilgrim’s son they hanged in Toulouse
Was borne on the gallows for twenty-six days
And called to his father: "Do not mourn
For all this time the Saint has been with me"
O beate Jacobe, Jacobe
Jacobe, Jacobe
Jacobe, Jacobe
Jacobe, Jacobe
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
Innkeepers cheat us, the English steal
We are sick of body, worthy of Hell
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
The apostles in the Puerta Alta
Have seen a thousand wonders
The stone floor is worn with tears
With ecstasies and lamentations
We beat our hands against the walls of Heaven
Against the walls of Heaven
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
The devil waits in a turn in the wind
In a closing door in an empty room
A voice at night, a waking dream
Traveler, be wary of strangers
Sometimes the Saint takes the form of a pilgrim
Sometimes the Devil the form of a saint
Pray to the Saints and the Virgen del Camino
To save you as she saved the man from Lyon
Who was tricked on the road by the Deceiver
(Tricked by the Devil, by the Devil, by the Devil)
(Tricked by the Devil in the form of St. James)
And who killed himself from fear of Hell
The Devil cried out and claimed his soul
Weeping, his companions prayed
Saint and Virgin heard the prayer
And turned his wound into a scar
From mercy they gave the dead man life
Innkeepers cheat us, the English steal
We are sick of body, worthy of Hell
We beat our hands against the walls of Heaven
And are not heard
(We write our sins on parchment
To cast upon his shrine
In hope they will burn)
(We pray for miracles and are given stories
Bread, and are given stones)
We pray to St. Julian of Cuenca
To St. Amaro the Pilgrim
To Santa Casilda
To San Millan and the Virgin of the Road
We pray to Santiago
We know that the world is a lesson
As the carved apostles in the Puerta Alta
Dividing the damned and the saved are a lesson
We pray the watching saints will help us learn
Ora pro nobis, Jacobe
A finibus terrae ad te clamavi
The Devil waits at the side of the road
We trust in words and remnants, prayers and bones
We know that the world is a lesson
As the carved apostles in the Puerta Alta
Dividing the damned and the saved are a lesson
We beat our hands against the walls of Heaven
Saint Julian of Cuenca, pray for us
Santa Casilda, pray for us
Remember the pilgrim robbed in Pamplona
Cheated of silver the night his wifе died
Remembеr the son of the German pilgrim
Hanged as a thief at the gates of the town
Hanged at the word of an innkeeper's daughter
Innkeepers cheat us, the English steal
The Devil waits at the side of the road
We trust in words and remnants, prayers and bones
Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
His arm is in England, his jaw in Italy
And yet he works wonders
The widower, the boy on the gallows
He did not fail them
One given a horse on the road by a stranger
One kept alive for twenty-six days
Unhurt on the gallows for twenty-six days
Twenty-six days (Twenty-six days)
Twenty-six days (Twenty-six days)
Twenty-six days (Twenty-six days)
Twenty-six days (Twenty-six days)
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
His jaw is in Italy, yet he speaks
The widower robbed in Pamplona
Told by the Saint how the thief
Fell from the roof of a house to his death
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
His arm is in England, yet the boy
The pilgrim’s son they hanged in Toulouse
Was borne on the gallows for twenty-six days
And called to his father: "Do not mourn
For all this time the Saint has been with me"
O beate Jacobe, Jacobe
Jacobe, Jacobe
Jacobe, Jacobe
Jacobe, Jacobe
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
Innkeepers cheat us, the English steal
We are sick of body, worthy of Hell
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
The apostles in the Puerta Alta
Have seen a thousand wonders
The stone floor is worn with tears
With ecstasies and lamentations
We beat our hands against the walls of Heaven
Against the walls of Heaven
(Santiago Peregrino, Santiago Peregrino...)
The devil waits in a turn in the wind
In a closing door in an empty room
A voice at night, a waking dream
Traveler, be wary of strangers
Sometimes the Saint takes the form of a pilgrim
Sometimes the Devil the form of a saint
Pray to the Saints and the Virgen del Camino
To save you as she saved the man from Lyon
Who was tricked on the road by the Deceiver
(Tricked by the Devil, by the Devil, by the Devil)
(Tricked by the Devil in the form of St. James)
And who killed himself from fear of Hell
The Devil cried out and claimed his soul
Weeping, his companions prayed
Saint and Virgin heard the prayer
And turned his wound into a scar
From mercy they gave the dead man life
Innkeepers cheat us, the English steal
We are sick of body, worthy of Hell
We beat our hands against the walls of Heaven
And are not heard
(We write our sins on parchment
To cast upon his shrine
In hope they will burn)
(We pray for miracles and are given stories
Bread, and are given stones)
We pray to St. Julian of Cuenca
To St. Amaro the Pilgrim
To Santa Casilda
To San Millan and the Virgin of the Road
We pray to Santiago
We know that the world is a lesson
As the carved apostles in the Puerta Alta
Dividing the damned and the saved are a lesson
We pray the watching saints will help us learn
Ora pro nobis, Jacobe
A finibus terrae ad te clamavi
( Tenebrae )
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