[Song Lyric]
Brothers and sisters have we plenty—
The sun, the moon, and stars on high.
Hours in the day we've four and twenty—
Mountains and trees and lots of sky.
People may call us 'salt of the earth'
And say that our weight in gold we're worth.
Then why are we feeling such a dearth?
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
The trouble isn't that we're never satisfied or insecure.
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
A double negative doesn't make a positive when you're poor.
Winters and summers have we many.
Autumn and spring are ours, it's true.
But food and clothes we've scarcely any,
So time can be a bitter brew.
We try to be thankful and humane—
Our good nature always to retain.
Still once in a while we do complain.
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
The trouble isn't that we're never satisfied or insecure.
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
A double negative doesn't make a positive when you're poor.
Happiness can't be bought with money.
Laughter and love, we know, are free.
Nevertheless it isn't funny
To live and die in poverty.
We're fortunate that we have our health—
Yet sometimes a wish we wish in stealth—
That we could have just a bit of wealth.
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
The trouble isn't that we're never satisfied or insecure.
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
A double negative doesn't make a positive when you're poor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now I can just picture a bunch of village men singing in a Tavern in 1800 Germany, maybe a prelude to the blues that would find its home shortly thereafter in the USA, always something unique to each of your works, I really like this one!