As thro' the land

As through the land at eve we went,

And plucked the ripened ears,

We fell out, my wife and I,

O we fell out I know not why,

And kissed again with tears.

And blessings on the falling out

That all the more endears,

When we fall out with those we love

And kiss again with tears!

For when we came where lies the child

We lost in other years,

There above the little grave,

O there above the little grave,

We kissed again with tears.