Lyrics:

Wretched is my lot here
Mirthless is my fate
Alone to face the cruel winters
Endure the dreary cold
What is there to hope for
What is there to seek
For this forsaken child
For this forlorn son

Whose sins am I now atoning for?
Whose lapses am I forced to undo?

So echoes my tune through these darkling shaws
Above the frozen streams resounds my song
Only these sullen trees will hearken to me
Only snow-bound hills ever hear my call

What is there to hope for
What is there to seek
For this forsaken child
For this forlorn son
For this embittered man
For this grim castaway

Solace I find in the light of the pale moon
My comfort in the night the murmur of the trees
Now I set forth without ever glancing back
It is time to make my own way through the dusk