Pedro wakes in the morning
Sun is shining, the birds are singing.
Other children are calling
The gangs all here and there's no time for waiting.
As they run down the alley,
Merchants sort their fare.
Preparing for the day,
They wait for todays first pay.
Not impatient, not eager,
They're familiar with the meter of
Just another day in the streets of San Jose'.
They sing a-ooom a-ooom buenos dias
a-ooom a-ooom como estais
a-ooom a-ooom how is your family
a-ooom a-ooom so good to see you today.
Pedro knows it's time to go home now.
Sun is sinking, the birds have stopped singing.
Other childrens mothers are calling.
At home they know a meal will be bubblin'.
As the sun goes down la calle'.
Musicians fill the air.
With songs of love,
Songs of love and despair.
Conqueros, charangos,
All sensing the tempos of
Just another night under San Jose's light.
they sing a-ooom a-ooom buenos noches
a-ooom a-ooom hasta manana
a-ooom a-ooom time to go home now?
a-ooom a-ooom just sing one more song for me