(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



(Brothers