LEARN LYRICS

In a Portuguese house it's fitting
Bread and wine on the table
And if someone humbly knocks at the door
They sit at the table with us
This openness looks good, looks good
That people never deny
The joy of poverty
Is in this great wealth
Of giving and staying happy
Four whitewashed walls
A hint of rosemary
A bunch of golden grapes
Two roses in a garden
A Saint Joseph in tile
Plus the spring sun
A promise of kisses
Two arms waiting for me
It's a Portuguese house, for sure!
Yes, for sure, a Portuguese house!
In the humble comfort of my home
There's plenty of affection
And the curtain on the window is moonlight
Plus the sun that shines on it
Just a little, tiny bit is enough to cheer
A simple existence
It's only love, bread and wine
And a green, very green caldo verde
Steaming in the bowl
Four whitewashed walls
A hint of rosemary
A bunch of golden grapes
Two roses in a garden
A Saint Joseph in tile
Plus the spring sun
A promise of kisses
Two arms waiting for me
It's a Portuguese house, for sure!
Yes, for sure, a Portuguese house!
It's a Portuguese house, for sure!
Yes, for sure, a Portuguese house!