“Quickly, dear, take out the breads!
Shake the pillows, make the beds!
Shake the apples off the tree! ”
’Cause Mother Hulda wants to see me
Doing things a good girl does
It’s not something I ever was
Doing things a good girl does

In your eyes, I drop a stitch
With everything that I do
But I won’t bow down to you
Even if you cover me with pitch
Even if you call me a –

Oh, you should enrich
Your mind and switch
With me
Then you will see
It is not your life I chose to live
And I’d rather burn than give
In to you

“Quickly dear, now take the broom!
Sweep the corners, dust the room!
Nice and proper it shall be! ”
’Cause Mother Hulda wants to see me

In your eyes, I drop a stitch

What you expect from me is just
A relic from a long gone past
When knitting this outdated scene
I drop a stitch
“It’s so obscene! ”

In your eyes, I drop a stitch

Break free from your chains
One day, the world will change