Father will bring the bread home
Father will teach us our lessons
Father will light the lamp
And make us warm in the cold.
Sitting by the orange fireside
He will tell us little fairy tales
And when we fall asleep
He will pull the blanket over us
And make us cosy in our soft bed.
All day the children wait
For their father to come back home
Full of love in their hearts.
But one day no father came
And one day all the children died.