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My little girl is like water, she's like living water She runs like a stream, chased by the children Run, run fast if you can You'll never, never catch her When the pipes sing, when the living water dances She leads my flocks to the land of the olive trees Come, come, come, my little goats, my little lambs Among the laurel, lime and wild thyme One day, under the reeds, my living water was sleeping. The lads from the village came to take her away captive Lock, lock, lock your cage with a double key Between your fingers, the living water will fly away Like little boats carried by the white water In your eyes the young sail adrift Sail, sail, tomorrow you'll dock The living water is not ready to marry yet But one morning at dawn my living water Will beat its trousseau on the shore's pebbles Cry, cry, cry, if I am left alone. The little brook has gone to sea