Cry not o' mother,
For it is to bring peace that I am gone,
The land will feed me
And the sea shall rock my cradle of stone
...
I.
O' Child I see, playing near the fast moving stream,
in summer time, climbing a tree
...
It started as a small light,
a friendly glance, an unguarded half-smile,
with time, it grew bright,
feet together, left and right,
...
Cry Not O' Mother
Cry not o' mother,
For it is to bring peace that I am gone,
The land will feed me
And the sea shall rock my cradle of stone
And if I don't come,
Spring still shall return
The birds of autumn shall see me
As all shall bow down before winter
But when spring shall prevail,
My grave thou will make,
And I'll become the small boy
I once was,
And so shall I live on in thine memory
A hope, a joy, a dream...