Hey, I don't have a table or a chair.
Song
1. Hey, I have neither a table nor a chair,
Who has a more beautiful baby than me?
She walks in front of me to the gate,
Hey, my heart hurts and will fall out of me.
2. Hey, I have nothing but a glass,
I have nothing but two sprigs of rosemary.
I drink the water from here incessantly,
Hey, oh my God, what love is like.
3. Hey, the top of the walnut tree is full of branches,
Only one little girl was created for me.
Her mother even rocked her in the cradle,
Hey, she gave it to me as a gift even then.
Who has a more beautiful baby than me?
She walks in front of me to the gate,
Hey, my heart hurts and will fall out of me.
2. Hey, I have nothing but a glass,
I have nothing but two sprigs of rosemary.
I drink the water from here incessantly,
Hey, oh my God, what love is like.
3. Hey, the top of the walnut tree is full of branches,
Only one little girl was created for me.
Her mother even rocked her in the cradle,
Hey, she gave it to me as a gift even then.