Boughs berserk
Spin one hill
Into space
Standing still
Olive trees race
On the field below
Moulded white oxen
Ponder each furrow
A man behind them
Cries Via, Via
Boughs berserk
Spin one hill
Into space
Standing still
Olive trees race
On the field below
Moulded white oxen
Ponder each furrow
A man behind them
Cries Via, Via
© Samuel Menashe