Maamo

On my mother's lands
By my father's fields
I grew and blossomed,
Left childhood behind.
Happy I was,
An apple on a branch,
A flower at home
A bird in a grove.
"Whenever I'm feeling
Down at heart,
I remember my mother's lands
And the fields of my father."
Now I'm in other lands
Far away from home.
Alien are the acres here
And strange the ways of the people.
Strange are the doors,
And foreign the fields,
Untravelled the roads,
I'm down at heart.
"Whenever I'm feeling..."
Woe is me, poor maid,
How unhappy I am,
Where can I be happy,
An apple on a branch?
Woe is me poor maid,
Were I on my mother's lands,
On my way home once more
To the fields of my father.
"Whenever I'm feeling...