TUVAYHUN: IV. Forty Days and Forty Nights

Forty days and forty nights

The bombs rained down.

School, road, marketplace,

The world we knew

Now only dust and blood.

Who will tend the orchard, with harvest coming on?

Who will greet the sunrise on the hill?

Will we ever taste again the spices of our home?

Who can know it if we ever will?

Forty days and forty nights

We fled, frightened

Desert, mountain, stormy sea...

Silent strangers

Passing by your door.

Will we be forgotten as we journey far from home?

Will we find a safer place to stay?

Will new neighbors welcome us as brothers and as friends?

Or will they scoff and send us on our way?

Forty days and forty nights

We've settled now,

Broken, worn out, hopeful.

was lost, Except our hope.

Forty days and forty nights

The bombs rained down

The world we left behind,

the world we knew

Now just a memory.

May we sit and share with you the story of our journey,

And of our hope, and hardships overcome?

May we help you tend your orchard, when harvest's coming on?

May we share with you the spices of our home?