You were born in exile
 O sweet child of mine;
 Cruel Fates cast the die
 Yet thy star in the sky
 Promised what they defy...

 When you are old enough,
 A man strong in the arms,
 You will take up the sword
 That thy father once bore –
 On thy brow place his crown...

 You shall have thy revenge
 On the curs that usurped
 Thine ancestral lands
 And the light of thy halls...

 You were born 'neath the sign
 O sweet child of mine;
 Rest assured, take thy sleep –
 And when thou shall awake
 You will find me there...