I am a young wayfarer

I am a young wayfarer,

without worries:

today I drink from the spring,

tomorrow the Rhine-wine.

I am an honorable knight,

riding on Shank's pony,

On my coat of arms

is emblaz'd the motto:

Merry blood and light spirit

and what's lost is lost.

Amen.

I arrive in a small town

and I can easily sniff-out

where to find the best wine

and the beautiful women.

A minstrel smiles cheerfully

playing his fiddle briskly

and into his hat I toss

my last coins.

Merry blood and light spirit

and what's lost is lost.

Amen.

Weep you not with eyes so red,

Maiden, before mourning know:

the wayfarer's love

is of short duration,

the wayfarer's love is so brief

it lasts hardly til' I'm out the door.

Weep you not with eyes so red,

you've not lost much:

[Merry blood and light spirit

and what's lost is lost.

Amen.]

A comet falls thru' the sky,

it threatens the end of the world,

recite your rosary,

little will come of it.

A great Fire could come and destroy

Mountains, forest and heath,

the inn, all reduced to dust,

its boards all blackend ashes.

Merry blood and light spirit

and whats lost is lost.

Amen.