ITINERANT SINGING BOY
Fatherless and motherless,
no brothers have I,
And all my little sisters
in the cold grave lie;
Wasted with hunger
I saw them falling dead —
Lonely and bitter are the tears I shed.
Friendless and loverless,
I wander to and fro,
Singing while my faint heart
is breaking fast with woe,
Smiling in my sorrow,
and singing for my bread —
Lonely and bitter are the tears I shed.
Harp clang and merry song
by stranger’s door and board,
None ask wherefore tremble
my pale lips at each word;
None care why the color
from my wan cheek has fled —
Lonely and bitter are the tears I shed.
Smiling and singing still,
tho’ hunger, want, and woe,
Freeze the young life-current
in my veins as I go;
Begging for my living,
yet wishing I were dead —
Lonely and bitter are the tears I shed.
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
