Minha terra

                                                       Os sinos cantam felizes
                                                   as horas do seu cantar
                                                        lembrando os petizes
                                                        felizes a assobiar.....
                                                  
                                                       E lá no alto dos montes
                                                    o galo canta até estoirar
                                                       a água brota das fontes
                                                     é tempo ...........de namorar

                                                           
                                                       Minha terra, meu amor
                                                     embala-me, no teu regaço
                                                       dá-me um pouco de calor
                                                      nem que seja, de bagaço