Black was the night I was born,
Cold was the ground I was laid,
Torn were the rugs that covered my naked body
Chilling was the water I was given to drink

I was born with a wooden spoon in my mouth
Lifes sympathy has eluded me
In a yoke, my spirit has been tied
Yuletides has it never known

I cry but no one hear my vioce
I speak in a strange tongue that no one understand

I pray someone should save my soul 
from the clutches of this land,
Walk me through the land of joy
and show me where the stars are.
Show me where the sun kisses the land
for I am suffocating under this impenetrable  cloud 
of hopelessness and dejection