I dreamed that in the fields one day, the corn gave me a sign Your eleven sheaves of corn all turned and bowed to mine I dreamed I saw eleven stars, the sun and moon and sky Bowing down before my star -- and now I realize why
How do I know where you come from? You could be spies Telling me that you are hungry -- that could be lies How do I know who you are? Why do you think I should help you? Would you help me? Why on earth should I believe you? I've no guarantee
We are just eleven brothers, good men and true Though we know we count for nothing when up next to you Honesty's our middle name Life is slowly ebbing from us, hope's almost gone It's getting very hard to see us from sideways on
Joseph handed them sackloads of food And they grovelled with base gratitude Then, unseen, Joseph nipped out around the back And planted a cup in young Benjamin's sack When the brothers were ready to go Joseph turned to them all with a terrible stare and said No! No! No! No! No!
