Oh father, mother don’t make me marry him for moneyI love another Whose eyes are kind and lips are honeyThe cattle grazing fields are freeSo why enbondage meYour cows and oxen can be soldDo not enslave my soulOh father, mother Your nights are stormed with rain and thunderthe water gushing from the skyIs teardrops from my eyesThe thunder tearing skies apartThe Beating of my heart
