Oh, Son

They both carried their mother

They both hugged their mother
And prayed quietly
Through the valley

They both called her
And bestowed her with ducats
And kissed her for a long time
With tears washed her face

First one shouts
Arise, Mother
Let me speak to you
I won’t go
I’ll stay with you
Just once say “Oh, Son”

Oh, Son! Oh, my Son! Oh, Son! Oh, my Son!

Second one shouts
Arise, Mother
Let me present you something
Here’s a bride
Chosen by heart
Just once say “Oh, Son”

Oh, Son! Oh, Son! Oh, Son!

Mother guards

Oh, Son!

Her pupils.

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