From a run-down cathedral that stood on the edge of the city
On sundays came a sound i will always recall
It was sweet and complete
And it flowed through this cold-hearted city
And it sends me a heavenly shiver to think of it now …
Come hear the voices of san pedro’s children …
Fill the air – oh-oh oh-oh …
Joining hands and voices for the world to share …
And how the cathedral would ring …
When san pedro’s children would sing …
You’d hear them going …
La la la la
La la la la la …
"vaya con dios, mi amigo, en las noches felices"
I could not understand, but the message i found
’cause the heavens seemed to translate
The words they were singing
And i know that somewhere an angel is writing it down
Come hear the voices of san pedro’s children …
Fill the air – oh-oh oh-oh …
Joining hands and voices
For the world to share …
And how the cathedral would ring …
When san pedro’s children would sing …
You’d hear them going …
La la la la
La la la la la …
Time presses on and they tore down that run-down cathedral
Never will the joy ring so clear through the town
But on sundays if you stand very still …
As the sun’s coming over the hill …
I swear …
Sweet lord …
I hear them goin’ …
La la la la la …
La la la la la …
La la la la la …
Come hear the …
Come hear the …
Voices of san pedro’s children …
Fill the air – oh-oh oh-oh …
Joining hands and voices
For the world to share … – oh-oh oh-oh …
La la-la la la la la la la la-la …
La la-la la la la la la la la-la …
La la-la la la la la la la la-la …
La la-la la la la la la la la-la …