Show yourself to me,
and I'd believe,
I'd moan and I'd weep,
for silence,
at your speak,
I'd burst it,
full to the brim.

Mary lost her head,
and let him leave.
Came crying,
back to me.
''My son where's he been?
Don't deny it,
and don't you hide him."

No I've missed him.
No I've missed him.
No I've missed him.
No I've missed him.

No words,
no sign.
Mary saying; "I'm not lying,"
How come he's so big?
But Good Lord, he's been hid!
Good Lord, were you hid?

Ha! No I've missed him.
No I've missed him.
No I've missed him.
No I've missed him.
No I've missed him.
No I've missed him.
No I've missed him.
No I've missed him.