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Altho in this world
I have no riches
I know that far beyond this place
A green glory awaits

A stranger I wander
By and by a world asunder
By sadness and with grief
Awaithing that joy

Tall words of disapointment
I am not rich and nor are you
I tell you truly
Welth knows no love

And yes I'm a poor boy
Loss cause to his world
But I live each daywith joy
For tomorow my not come

So give me your hand
Take me away
I will marry you
And you will not die alone

Take me in your hands love me
Me like if tomorow has no hope to come
Like if we where the only ones
In this pious world

I would live with you
To rome your home
To love you in it
To give you all