Still round the corner there may wait
new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we [bad word] this way
And take the hidden paths [bad word] 
Toward the Moon or to the Sun.

Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell.
Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.

Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Then world behind and home ahead,
We´ll wander back to home and bed.
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And to bed! And then to bed!