I shall bring you dew from Mount Gilad, my sister bride.
I shall find you gold from Ophir, my sister bride.
I shall braid black lilies in your hair, my bride.
I shall braid black lilies in your hair, my bride.
I shall fish you out a pearl, my sister bride.
And I shall sew you clothes of royalty, my sister bride.
I shall braid black lilies in your hair, my bride.
I shall braid black lilies in your hair, my bride.
You will come to my garden silently,
To my garden when no one sees.
All of my roses are black, like the bread of the poor,
Like the song of love.
All of my roses are black, like the bread of the poor,
Like the song of love.
I shall bring you a portion of carob, my sister bride.
And a pauper dress I shall put on you, my sister bride.
I shall braid a cold and distant star in your hair.
I shall braid a cold and distant star in your hair.
You shall sweeten my bitter day, my sister bride.
And wedding wear you will bring me, my sister bride.
I shall braid a cold and distant star in your hair.
I shall braid a cold and distant star in your hair.
You will come to my garden silently
To the garden when no one sees
The roses are beautiful like the bread of the poor,
Like the song of love
The roses are beautiful like the bread of the poor,
Like the song of love.