I hear your call, mother,
I hear your call.
I observe the whole atmosphere
Is full of calls.
Let me sing your glory, mother,
Let me sing your glory.
I care not the winter
or the summer, mother.
I care not the rain
Or the sun.
I am your son, mother,
I am your son.
I beg pardon,
Pardon me, mother, pardon.
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