In the country I love the Almond tree blooms
In the country I love we are waiting for a guest
Seven maidens, seven mothers
Seven brides at the gate, seven maidens
Seven brides at the gate,
Seven brides at the gate

In the country I love, a flag flies on a tower
In the country I love pilgrims will come
In a good time, in a blessed hour
That makes sorrow be forgotten
In a blessed hour that makes sorrow forgotten
In a blessed hour that makes sorrow forgotten

Who is the one with eagle eye sight, that will see it
Who is the one with the wise heart that will recognise it
Who is the one that will not make a mistake
Who is the one to open the door

In the country I love.......