Hey, wake up, amigo, got to go
Getting late now, let's hit the road
At the marketplace, the wedding feast
All invited, 'specially the least
Come as you are, nothin' you can bring
Rich or poor, it won't mean a thing
From the village, city, countryside
Folks are comin' from far and wide
Ah, hear the bells
All that they tell
Today's the holiest of days
All joining hands
The people dance
While little ones are singing praise
Bread multiplied
Water to wine
Enough for all to celebrate
The marketplace
Is this the marketplace we know
Where vendedores daily bought and sold
Now the people in a single voice
Cheer the bride and groom and rejoice
Ah, hear the bells
All that they tell
Today's the holiest of days
All joining hands
The people dance
While little ones are singing praise
Bread multiplied
Water to wine
Enough for all to celebrate
The marketplace
Hey, my friend
The streets have turned to gold
Look at us
We're wearing wedding clothes
Ah, hear the bells
All that they tell
Today's the holiest day
All joining hands
The people dance
While little ones are singing praise
Bread multiplied
Water to wine
It's enough to celebrate
The marketplace
Marketplace was written by Billy Crockett & Teri DeSario.
Marketplace was produced by Dan Posthuma.