All the earthly aims were formedFrom the earliest pass that climbs In my mindNow the joy has burned out and it’s goneWhen the amber skies are filledSeems the days around are ripe for conqueringNow the joy has burned out and it’s goneBut I don’t know where Bring down, bring downAll thoughtsOf greatnessAnd leave all to beSound and nothing morePray for all to endAnd silence be allNow the joy has burned out and it’s goneBut I don’t know where

I will never have the courage of othersI will not approach you at allI was always taught to worry about thingsAll the many things you can't control How can they have the courageOf lords that have long since pastIt’s in their hands, it’s in their headsIt’s been in their blood for many yearsIt brings them sorrowIn a dark room he trembles aloneHe trembles alone

So in the groundIn frozen woodThe father liesAnd all the wrongsHe'd ever tried were put to restBore but two sons to follow himBoth wrestled long, but younger wins After long winter's goneSeems that all is well, all is wellAnd the rose wakens nowIn the joyful air, in the sunThere among the ruined onesAre those who've playedAnd those who've sunWhile the end remains unseenLet us play, let us singBring the townFrom all her criesFrom her woundsFrom her sighsAnd she'll tryMending all she can

Did you ever want to be overrun by bandits;to hand over all of your things and start over new?while we were out hunting for foodour house was being robbedI caught an apple and she caught a foxso I caught a rabbit but she caught an ox so upon our return, we found everything gonewhich for us was no lossand we started overwith a rabbit and an ox so they came down from the northcarrying all they ownedwith a basket full of food and clothesthey were stopped by a weekend raidtraveling the woods one daythey tried to put up a fight, but lostso we asked for them to staywith us on their wayto have a drink and restand regain their strength did you ever want to run around with bandits;to see many places and hide in ditches?it's not always easy, it's not always easywhen the winter comes and the greenery goeswe will make some shelterwhen the winter comes and the greenery goeswe will make some shelter

Stonecutters made them from stonesChosen specially for you and IWho will live inside The mountaineers gathered tinder piled high In which to take alongDriving many miles, knowing they'd get here When they got here, all exhausted On the roof leaks they got started And now when the rain comes, we can be thankful Ooh, ah, oohWhen the mountaineers saw that everything fitThey were glad, and so they took off Thought we were dueFor a change or twoAround this place When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with The village used to be all one really needs Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicalsThat mostly surround you You wish to flee, but it's not like you So listen to me, listen to me Oh, oh, and when the morning comesWe will step outside We will not find another man in sightWe like the newness, the newness of all That has grown in our garden soaking for so long Whenever I was a childI wondered what if my name had changedInto something more productive like Roscoe Been born in 1891 Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline Thought we were dueFor a change or two Around this place When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with Oh 1891They roamed around and foragedThey made their house from cedarsThey made their house from stone Oh, they're a little like youAnd they're a little like meWe have all we need Thought we were dueFor a change or two Around this place This place, this place When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay withWhen they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

No one seems to be around todayThey must've all gone offWithout me againI think I'll head home Maybe I'll find themGathered 'round my doorstepOh, to sleepIn a comfortable bedI think I'll head home No one seems to be around todayThey must've all gone offWithout me againI think I'll head homeI think I'll head home Bring me a day full of honest workAnd a roof that never leaksI'll be satisfied Bring me the news all about the townHow it struggles to help all the farmers outDuring harvest time Well, there's someone I'd like to seeShe never mentions a word to meShe reads Leviathan I think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head home Bring me a day full of honest workAnd a roof that never leaksI'll be satisfied Bring me the news all about the townHow it struggles to help all the farmers outDuring harvest time Well, there's someone I'd like to seeShe never mentions a word to meShe reads Leviathan I think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head homeI think I'll head home

I must be careful now in my steps Years of calculations and the stress My science is waiting, nearly complete One glass will last for nearly a week Let me not get down from walking with no-one and if I stumble from exhaustion These buckets are heavy, I fill them with water I could ask these people, but I shouldn't bother Oh no, I've stumbled, was I going too fast? Some get angry, some of them laugh They told me I wouldn't, but I found an answer I'm Van Occupanther, I'm Van Occupanther! Let me not be too consumed with this world Sometimes I want to go home and stay out of sight for a long time Let me not be too consumed with this world Sometimes I want to go home and stay out of sight for a long time

My young bride, why are your shoulders like that of a tired old woman,like a tired old woman? My young bride, why are your fingers like that of the hedge in winter,of the hedge in winter? Polonaise in winter,snowshoes and hunters carried the goods in for you. My young bride, why aren't you moving at all, helps to make the day seem shorter,helps to make the day seem shorter. My young bride, Why aren't you keeping with you all the ones who really love you, all the ones who really love you? Polonaise in winter,snowshoes and hunters carried the goods in for you.Darkness and forests grant you the longest face made for porridge and stew.

I saw she was living under some branchesI saw she was happy in her circumstancesI also live under branchesI'd rather not live in these places We won't get married'Cause she won't have meShe wakes up awfully early these days, these days And there's no-one else so kindThere's no-one else to findIt's hard for me but I'm tryingIt's hard for me but I'm trying I saw she was busy gathering wood for a fireI'd like to help her some but she replies it's done We won't get married'Cause she won't have meShe wakes up awfully early these days, these days And there's no-one else so kindThere's no-one else to findIt's hard for me but I'm tryingIt's hard for me but I'm trying It's hard for me but I'm trying (It's hard for me but I'm trying)It's hard for me but I'm trying (It's hard for me but I'm trying)

In this camp there's one who delights meBrings me afternoon tea then she leaves meWhen they're climbing over the seaShe helps to keep our strength completeBut I'd rather stay'Cause the north is too far away I wanted to marry BabetteAnd the weapons on my shouldersI'd throw into seaweed banksAnd the willows and the lime-treesWere gathered there for usAbove the unconquered seasUnconquered seas There's the horn callPut your boots and courage on and run I wanted to marry BabetteAnd the weapons on my shouldersI'd throw into seaweed banksAnd the willows and the lime-treesWere gathered there for usAbove the unconquered seasUnconquered seas I'm counting up all the lovely yearsSince I had stepped insideWith the others in this lonely fieldWho I fought beside They mustn't mindThey must let me go to findA site for my retireWill this war Capture your heart or moreAnd carry you down the shore 'Cause the north is too far away I wanted to marry BabetteAnd the weapons on my shouldersI'd throw into seaweed banksAnd the willows and the lime-treesWere gathered there for usAbove the unconquered seasAnd the willows and the lime-treesWere gathered there for usAbove the unconquered seas