When your daughters deserted you, 
you took me under your wing and called me your own.
How many trails have we run?
How many fish have we caught?
How many laughs have we shared?
How many heart-to-hearts have we had?

You lovingly removed my protective walls,
brick by brick with gentle care;
They crumbled faster than the walls of Jericho,
and then your daughters returned.

I saw the pale horse off in the distance,

your sudden disregard for me is the horseman,
and Death of our bond is its name.