Sitting by the shore
Watching the whispering water
Ambling through the forest
Listening to the moaning of the trees
They echoed one warning meaning

     My child, my child
     Strain your ears to His words
     They are natural and binding upon all men

The laws of the creator are straight
Like the path of light through darkness
His judgments are without a bend
But the justice of man is crooked
Like the way of a serpent

     My child, my child
     Strain your ears to his words
     They are natural and binding upon all men

Let not the lust of this world
Neither the one in the temple of your heart
Cause you to scratch the legs in your lineages
Your daughters are the bonds that render them sacred
And your sin will rain on you the nemesis of tuberculosis

     My child, my child
     Strain your ears to His words
     They are natural and binding upon all men