‘All who are homeless
Yet masters shall be,
Slaves who are this year—
The next shall be free!’
Children ask ‘questions’,
And father replies;
Playfully sparkle
The wine and the eyes.
Hymns of redemption
All merrily sing;
‘All who are homeless
Yet masters shall be,
Slaves who are this year—
The next shall be free!’
Children ask ‘questions’,
And father replies;
Playfully sparkle
The wine and the eyes.
Hymns of redemption
All merrily sing;