In Armenian, zulal means “clear water.” This song is the resonating voice of the Diaspora in its longing for an ancestral home. Come, let us go, my son. Let us go to the fields where there are healing herbs, where birds sing beak to beak, where sparrows clap wing to wing. Without us, the stones shed tears. Our mothers and fathers are there. Their sweet voices are calling. Can we hear them and still not go? Come, my son, let us go to our homeland.