Father, father no, don’t do this to me
Come, come my child, I am your father
Come give it to me,
No, no, father, I am only seven you see
Come, come here, lord’s home is where you should be,
And I am here too!
Come let me thrust some blessing into you,
Ah ah aah yeah! Jerk a little more my boy,
I’m your father after all, don’t be so coy
Aah aah, ah yeah! The father came with a burst of joy,
Don’t tell anyone of the secret blessing
I have bestowed on you, you boy!
And come again when I call
Father asked the child,
The blessed boy bled from the strike of spear
But did come again to father in fear,
And did so until he was fifteen,
For the father had stopped blessing him anymore,
He loved kids below sixteen.