

The sun scorched the valley
The wind blew hot
The enemy had a camp
in the vineyard
We attacked in the dead of
night
And the vineyard was silent
The enemy fled
Abandoning everything
They fled
Oh, they fled
They fled They fled
They fled
They fled
There were jugs of wine there
The best of the wine
But we didn't touch it
We drank from the stream
Then we blew up the tents
Then they fled
They fled
They fled They fled They fled
They fled They fled They fled
They fled