LYRICS

Do not grieve, mother, and do not peel me,
not donate, Mother, to repeal sweetheart,
that as cricket summer, winter
I Venchan for s my mandolin.

Chorus:
all I say “house musician no food”, as
sing when I blow, forgetting for his wounds,
all tell me that my poor craft with
song’m rich, and no one on earth!

From town to town roam and travel
song alien hearts heal
as a mandolin are two
hungry, thirsty I will not stay.