He travels after a Winter sun
Urging the cattle along a cold red road
According to them, a voice they know
He drives his beasts above Cabra

The voice tells them home is
Warm, they moo and make
Brute music with their
Hoof

He drives them (he drives them)
With a flowering branch before him (a flowering branch before him)
Smoke pluming (smoke pluming)
Smoke pluming their foreheads

Boor
Bond of the herd
Tonight
Stretch full by the fire
I bleed
By the black stream
For my torn
Bough

Boor
Bond of the herd
Tonight
Stretch full by the fire
I bleed
By the black stream
For my torn
Bough