Easy Listening dipanggil Namba
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
(Bu’e Namba)
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“Thole” (Javanesse Nickname for Son)
My son, my son, I divinely love him so
May Your soft summer breazes upon him blow
My son, my son, I divinely love him so
Protect him, Lord, wherever he may go
My son, my son, I divinely love him so
Help him make right decisions to and fro
My son, my son, I divinely love him so
Let him help others wherever he may go
(Pak’e Namba)