by Edward Kofi Louis
Your sweet love will sustain my old age;
And like a priest with his diviners,
You are the right food that i need on this love.
Come to me oh Alexandra!
Come and sustain my old age;
For i have grain and wine to satisfy you.
Your sweet love is like the due of heaven,
And it will make me fell better all day long;
So come and sustain my old age.