Your lives, so short they be
Ours so long, ending in the sea
Man toils so long on a short thread
Elves live to comfort other’s dread
With effort and toil, love not hate
Comes grace and wisdom, that is our fate
Many lives of men we may walk
Yet to cross the sea we do not balk
Man, he fears death alone
But in their fortunes it is sewn
Why to fear God’s true gift
To fly to His arms, never to drift
But nay they say and fight to escape
Jealous they are of our blessed fate
Mother Earth she holds us, her arms to tight
And our love for her, a blessed flight
And so we sail, ever into the west
Where natures beauty shall never rest.