I sang and I ran
I showed and I gave
from town to town
I came in waves
Nothing new
and
Nothing old
But one day
or
Two
They called upon you
A hunter with a sword
and
eyes like sore
why do you hunt me
why do you hate me
for me who gave nothing less
for me who gave much more
why run me out
when I swear no harm
I called upon you
and
I wished upon you
to one day be my friend
The moon is high
his word is higher
I wish my farwell
and
a happy choir...