I arise from rest

I arise from rest with movements swift

As the beat of a raven's wing

I arise

To meet the day

Wa - wa

My face is turned from the dark of night

To gaze at the dawn of day

Now whitening in the sky

And I think over again

My small adventures

When with a shore wind I drifted out

In my kayak

And thought I was in danger.

My fears,

those small ones

That I thought so big

For all vital things

I had to get and to reach.

And yet, there is only

One great thing,

The only thing:

To live to see in huts and on journeys

The great day that dawns,

And the light that fills the world.