Wanderer's Lament II

When I was a little boy in this world of woe and sin,
I had neither cart nor pack to carry all my troubles in,
no clothes to wear except my skin,
no food to fill the hole within.

Then one morning where I slept underneath a mighty oak,
I arose to find myself covered in a woolen cloak.
Next to me a strange man woke,
and to me were these words he spoke:

"I have neither home nor wife. I have no daughter and no son.
What I see leads me to think that you yourself are on your own.
Until my trav'lin' days are done,
I do not wish to walk alone."

When I was a little to boy in this world of woe and sin,
I had neither cart nor pack to carry all my troubles in.
But never will I cry again
for I will journey with a friend.