We will sow the seeds together
We shall feed the fertile ground
We will wait then we shall gather fruits
To feed our hungry mouths
We'll feast
We'll toast
The one who sends the storm
Who shapes the corn
We line the circles
In the fall, we fall
Come the dawn
He'll stretch his hands
And take the last born
To the land beyond
Our tidy tidy lawns
And no
No lamb of ours will be deformed!