Young fate in his hands
They ride all night
Drift away-
Tonight the erlking follows thee
What do you see, my son?
If you are sick, be strong
We will be home, you’ll see
Safe and sound
Father, can’t you see?
The spirit oh so near
He’s wounded me
And now, he speaks
And praises me
It is the fog, my son
Just the wind
You will be fine, boy
There’s not to fear
Come with me young lad
My daughters await
To serve for you
Tonight your visions will come true
All that you want
You’ll have
All that you need
It’s there
Take my hand
That’s good
Now follow me
My son, we arrive
Our house up ahead
I guarantee
The woods are behind us and now we are free
Are you awake, my son?
Can you speak?
Oh, please! No!
This cannot be
Now we’ve gone and told the tale of one man and his son
A journey through the woods one night and then the boy cries out in terror
Were you sick and dying in your father’s arms, poor boy? Or was the erlking really present?
Always there and waiting for you?