My love was taken
In the cool of the day
He was probably talking to God,
He did that a lot

The wind whistled gently
Under the shade of the Pummelo tree
Where I him found at peace
My love resting

My silent whisper
As I held you
God? my love?
please send him back

A peace settled
It’s okay my child
He has seen glory
But why, God?
Was he not your servant, God?
Did he not walk in your ways, Lord?

Hash my child, you said
For you know all things,
before the beginning of time itself

A mighty ande-yomba has fallen
Fallen to heal the land
Fallen to bring together broken pieces,
fallen to sprout seeds of righteousness.

My love rests on the foothills of Wilhelm Kombuko.
Majestic and strong is Wilhelm, just like Zion.
Glory shall break forth from Zion and Wilhelm too.
And the mountain of the Lord will be established forever.