Again under his vine today we gathered,
gold brood of town.
Jackal with trepidation, in a dream you saw,
assembled for a quiet three children. (X2)
Mother, mother, my mother,
time so our changes.
Other people today discover Mother,
but love in us hiding you.
Home and root are at the heart Mother,
when you are, stop crying, stop.
we’ll break the warm bread,
come on, son pour wine.
will Morsel sat down, gone daddy,
love nightingale in the field to sing. (x2)