Joseph:
I dreamed that in the fields one day
The corn gave me a sign
Your eleven sheaves of corn
All turned and bowed to mine
I dreamed I saw eleven stars
The sun the moon and sky
Bowing down before my star,
And now I realize why
How do I know where you come from?
You could be spies
Telling me that you are hungry.
That could be lies
How do I know who you are?
Why do you think I should help you?
Would you help me?
Why on earth should I believe you?
I’ve no guarantee
Brьder & Erzдhlerin:
Grovel, grovel, cringe, bow, stoop, fall
Worship, worship, beg, kneel, sponge, crawl
Brьder:
We are just eleven brothers
Good men and true
Though we know we count for nothing
When up next to you
Honesty’s our middle name
Life is slowly ebbing from us
Hope’s almost gone
It’s getting very hard to see us
>From sideways on
Brьder & Erzдhlerin:
Grovel, grovel, cringe, bow, stoop, fall
Worship, worship, beg, kneel, sponge, crawl
Joseph:
I rather like the way you’re talking
Astute and sincere
Suddenly your tragic story
It gets me right here
Brьder:
This is what we hoped he’d say