In the beginning the path seemed clear Now there're meanders and shadows - I fear For all times to roam in solitude Bitter, silent tears drowning my mood At night I shiver beneath an oak Through the leafs wind's wafting cold By clouds disguised rises the moon From above I hear nightingale's croon Sad voices calling me to yield But the tune out on the field Takes me further away from home On my endless journey alone Dawn has broken as I awake still tired This is not the place my dreams desired But there's a melody from the hill ahead Skald, minstrel and fiddler play instead Their song vanishs in the mist of my way Sunlight flows through the wood in rays The trees silently whisper their tale As I leave their shelter. It's my last vale