Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above,
And the byway nigh me
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river
There's a life for a man like me,
there's a life forever
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above,
And the road below me.
Or let autumn fall on me
Where a field I linger
Silencing the bird on tree,
biting the blue finger.
White as meal the frosty field
Warm the fireside haven
Not the autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
nor a friend to know me;
All I ask, the heaven above,
and the road below me.
(Postlude)

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