When we toil the land,
And gaze upon the beauty of God's work,
On this spot we do stand,
Unashamedly naked, and a stork
Flies over, and a leopard walks by,
May we maintain the Adam and Eve spirit.
As we watch the birds fly,
And the song of the mourning dove, can you hear it?
As we are tempted to sin,
May we not have the Adam and Eve spirit.
As the devil in the guise of a friend lies therein,
The word of our Father God, may we remain near it.
Though our nudity be exposed,
Let us not from God hide.
The door to our secret is now not closed,
And God is not full of joy and pride.
Let us own up to our sin,
And admit our guilt.
Let all in this world herein,
Let their own beans be spilt.
And who knows? Maybe in time,
We can get back the Adam and Eve spirit.
Then we can the sinless way mime,
And the harmonious voice of God, we'll hear it.