When three of us,
half out of our wits,
found ourselves
out in the streets
in palsy,
in a state of stunning blow;
worn-out,
under the weight of our stone;
we met a family with a tender heart,
we got at once a helping hand,
we got refuge from you alone,
with words
'Make yourselves at home'.
Despite we were in foreign parts
you helped us carry our stone.
We`ll always keep in our hearts
your words
'You never walk alone'.
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