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I long for love in this my land of hostile men

Walking in my path upon untired feet

I burrow into the hard crust of souls

Sweat on my brow, bruises or blistered palms

My Tarimbo i must hold

Till the harvest comes of age

Carry my cross i must up the mountain of life

And when there i reach, to my desired peak

I shall sigh with hope, look at your side

Victory we shall celebrate under some cool shade

As we listen to some lovely angel-song

We must pray to Him whose power

Is to free men`s heart from the yoke of darkness

For His undying love gives light of souls

And His living waters forever quenches our thirst

Reaches out to mankind and messages of humanity takes

That is my longing.