(Joseph)
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 the 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

(Brothe