Hui, Jo, Jo, Jo

(Song)

Through the Chijra Gorge,
I go with the sun,
driving my animals,
yeehaw, yeehaw, yeehaw.

Little path to the watering hole,
singing along,
I'm arriving at the pasture,
yeehaw, yeehaw, yeehaw.

Green the small farm on the hill,
green that weeping willow,
sorrows pass by,
there's no one, Lord.

Sorrows pass by,
there's no one, Lord.

There's one that makes noise,
inside my heart.

Behind the hill,
the sun hides,
I'm arriving at the pasture,
yeehaw, yeehaw, yeehaw.

And when I gather the cows,
yeehaw, yeehaw, yeehaw,
a song in the night,
I will sing.

Green small farm on the hill,
green that weeping willow,
sorrows pass by,
there's no one, Lord.

Sorrows pass by,
there's no one, Lord.

There's one that makes noise,
inside my heart.

Yeehaw, yeehaw, yeehaw.