Come along, come along, the fields are a-flower
Come along, come along, it’s the lover’s hour
Come along, all at once, every soul and all the world
Bath yourselves in the sun’s golden arrows’ shower
Mock the crone who is left without a companion
Weep for the lonesome he, who has left his lover
Everyone must rise up, and spread the news
Mad man has cut his chain and escaped the tower
Beat the drums without care, and remain speechless
Mind and heart fled long before the soul fled the bower
What a day, what day, it feels like judgment day
Impotent is our life’s book, has lost its very power
Be silent, be silent, keep the veil, keep the veil
Go for the sweet grapes, let go of the sour
source: 60 lyrics of Molana