Bring my father a giftnLeave it at the surgeon’s doornGlory for himnLet the work of the hospitalnBe known to allnnHe will come, he will comenHe will come, he will comennIf my father’s veins burstnIf his belly floodsnIf the government could fallnSons and daughters will wear his namennHe will come, he will comenHe will come, he will comennHe will come (x8)n