José

Look what happened, my good Joseph
Falling in love with the maiden
Among all, the most beautiful
In all of your Galilee

To marry Deborah or Sarah
My good Joseph, you could
And none of this would happen
But you fell in love with Mary

You could simply
Be a carpenter and work
Without ever having to go into exile
To hide with Mary

My good Joseph, you could
Have many children with Mary
And teach your trade
As your father always did

Why is it, my good Joseph
That your poor son one day
Walked with strange ideas
That made Mary cry?

I sometimes remember you
My good Joseph, my poor friend
Who only wanted from this life
To be happy with your Mary