Texas Two-Year College All-State Choir & Joey Martin
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Sleep, my springbok baby.
Sleep for me, my springbok child.
When morning comes I'll go out hunting, for you are hungry and thirsty, thirsty and hungry.
Small moon, Hai!
Young moon, When the sun rises you must sing to the Rain.
Charm her with your herbs and ycombs.
O, speak to her, that I may drink this little thing.