Ya Abdou Lbot!
Come on, gather round!
By the tea shop door, the old men grin,
A chipped blue cup, let the stories begin.
Your cousin brings bread wrapped up in a cloth,
And every small worry gets laughed right off.
One hand claps, then another joins in,
The whole lane knows where the night will begin.
Ya Abdou Lbot, come join the circle,
Pass the mint tea, let the good times ripple.
Ya Abdou Lbot, the table is wide,
There’s room for the neighbors and all of your pride.
Auntie calls from the second-floor stair,
“Save me a seat, and don’t finish the pears!”
The baker shuts up, but he stays for a song,
The evening feels shorter when everyone’s along.
One hand claps, then another joins in,
The whole lane knows where the night will begin.
Ya Abdou Lbot, come join the circle,
Pass the mint tea, let the good times ripple.
Ya Abdou Lbot, the table is wide,
There’s room for the neighbors and all of your pride.
If the road runs long, take the turn by the square,
Follow the laughter; you’ll find us there.
Bring what you have, bring the day you went through,
There’s always a place at the table for you.
Ya Abdou Lbot, come join the circle,
Pass the mint tea, let the good times ripple.
Ya Abdou Lbot, sing out with pride,
There’s room for the neighbors and all of your life.
Ya Abdou Lbot!
The table is wide.
