Son
No rest shall i take, if you'd happen to make a runaway. No sleep shall i deserve, if you'd happen to starve one day. And no good shall i receive, if pain is in your heart held, for my life to you only serves. You, my son which to love me bears.
No rest shall i take, if you'd happen to make a runaway. No sleep shall i deserve, if you'd happen to starve one day. And no good shall i receive, if pain is in your heart held, for my life to you only serves. You, my son which to love me bears.