GIVE to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me.

Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river -There's the life for a man like me, There's the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be o'er me;Give the face of earth around And the road before me.

Wealth I seek not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me;All I seek, the heaven above And the road below me.

Or let autumn fall on me Where afield I linger, Silencing the bird on tree, Biting the blue finger.

White as meal the frosty field -

Warm the fireside haven -

Not to autumn will I yield, Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be o'er me;Give the face of earth around, And the road before me.

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me;All I ask, the heaven above And the road below me.