LYRICS

George was left an orphan, without
father, George, a mother.

So it his mother looked,
he made a great guy.

Tschudi were his mother, yeast are,
of the craft to give it.

he gave him, his mother gave him
village young zlatarche.

in the village young zlatarche
to Leie bracelets, a ring.

George poured gold, gold
Leie, Legden yeah.

Dvash his face shone,
dvash glow and Trish cherishes.