From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were I have not seen
As others saw I could not bring
My passions from a common spring

From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I lov’d I lov’d alone

Then in my childhood in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still

From the torrent, or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold

From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by
From the thunder, and the storm
And the cloud that took the form

Then, in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still

Labada
Labada
Labada

When the rest of Heaven was blue
Of a demon in my view