Here I have brought the fruit of my garden,
A full basket in all its splendor.

First fruits I have brought
And worn a wreath on my head
La-la-la

From the village to the city
A shepherd’s son leads a lamb and a kid,
Singing his songs aloud
Diddle, diddle, diddle-dee
La-la-la.

A farmer’s son from the fruits of his garden
brings figs and pomegranates.

And in a basket on his shoulder
a pair of doves call
Coo-coo-coo