Betray My Secrets Little Wanderer
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