I recently spent time in the Shatila Palestinian refugee camp in Beirut. My hosts make sure that I left with fresh cinnamon and many love songs from Palestine.
She’s talking about love for her land/country, the water. She addresses a traveler who is going to Ramallah, she says take my soul with you.
The second half she says:
Oh mother, there’s a knock on our door it’s our beloveds
There’s a strong knock on our door, it’s the fedayeen, the ones who long for/love freedom
They knock on our door
And then some love for a dark palestinian woman
It sounds like a folk song or a combo of a few folk songs