Oh the night it is so very wild

And I feel the mist is closing in

Should we hesitate once more

Then our natural life is o'er
        
And we'll never find the road to Ronderlin

Oh my wife, I am so much a fool
And a victim of a wandering mind
With a sunrise far away
And the mist is of the deepest kind

Peter dear, I fear so for my life
For my soul, and for our children three
Do you hear the wild birds call
Can you hear my voice at all
Oh road, sweet road where can you be?