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I'm sitting in the room, it's a winter night
In my hand, I hold my father's letter
He writes to me, son, when will you come to us
We haven't seen you for a long time, my dear

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Come visit us, son, for a little while
It's winter now, we have no work
Come to us, come, our dear son
So we can see you and cherish you

We have everything, our home is full
This year has been fruitful
Maybe you're craving something
That we have in abundance here

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Mother will prepare yellow cornbread
Cornbread and cheese, brandy and wine
Sauerkraut, a bit spicy
And everything else for her dear son

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