Seven nights and waves at shore,
Seven months and two months more,
Seven groans and I'll be born,
Seven nurses, sheets are worn.
Heey
Heey
Seven years now on my own,
Seven weeks I called your phone,
Seven hours since I confessed,
Seven minutes you won't be dressed
Heeey
Heeey
Seven tears of my mother.
Seven small sins I prefer.
Heey
Heey
Seven holy sacraments,
Seven virtues, church suggests.
Heey
Heey
Seven places I called home,
Seventh day, rest my Lord!
