My prime of youth is but a frost, is but a frost of cares, ofcares, my feast of joy is but a dish of pain, my feast of joy is but a dish of pain, my crop of corn is but a field of tares, but a field, a field of tares,
and all my goods is but vain hope of gain. The day is past, the day is past, and yet I saw no sun, and now I live, and now my life is done, and now I live, I live, and now my life is done, my life is done.


My tale was heard and yet it was, it was not told, it was not told, my fruit is fall-en yet my leaves are green, my fruit is fall-en, yet my leaves are green,  my youth is spent and yet I am not old,  I am not, I am not old,
I saw the world, I saw the world and yet I was not seen, my thread is cut, my thread is cut and yet it is not spun, and now I live, and now my life is done, and now I live, I live, and now my life is done, my life is done.