Cry not for me, good Mama,
I'll find my way, not stumble
Pray God the sea subsides soon,
Leaves off its angry grumble.Here Mama's icy cold
The sun is frozen still
See how with cold I shudder
With frost my eyes are chilled.But there it's always warm
And always it is spring
There, Mama, there, oh there...
Your prayerbook hears you sing.And I will send from there
A leaf of almond tree
Please show it all around
That all our town may see.
