Troubled, Wildered And Forlorn

Dark Benighted, Travel-Worn

And All Heart-Broke I Heard Her Say:

„oh My Children, Does It Cry?

Does It Hear Its Mother Sigh?"



Pitying I Dropped A Tear

But I Saw A Starbeam Near

Who Replied:

„i Am Set To Light You The Ground

While Your Mother Strives Around

Follow Now The Mother'S Groans

Little Wanderer, Hurry Home,

Hurry Home!"



Little Wanderer, Hurry Home!



Sweet Sleep, Angel Mild,

Hover Over Me!

Truth, Be A Lantern To My Past!

I Prepare My Soul For Flight,

Prepare My Head For Death'S Cold Hand

To Hurry Home