You only speak softly of me
And point to my scab
They mix poison in my food
I tie my bundle for the journey
In the manner of ancient forefathers
You only speak softly of me
I remain the stranger in the village
You only speak softly of me
And point to my scab
They mix poison in my food
I tie my bundle for the journey
In the manner of ancient forefathers
You only speak softly of me
I remain the stranger in the village
I remain the stranger in the village
I remain the stranger in the village