Folly is an endless maze Tangled roots perplex her ways I can not stand on my feet Crawl painfully I abandon myself And the night is a cold Come hither, sleep and my griefs unfold After night I do croud, and with night will go I turn my back to the east From whence conforts have increas's Because I was happy upon the heath They clothed me in the clothes of death And taught me to sing the notes of woe