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

Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
Alll shall Fade
All shall fade

Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still around the corner we may meet

Hill and water 
under sky,
Pass them by! 
Pass them by!

Still around the corner there may wait
new road or a secret gate,
And take the hidden paths [bad word] 
Towards 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!