Einamer

"Einamer! Einamer!" The wind is blowing cold Zephyr is on whisper... My friend...my friend...I'm old. "Einamer! Einamer!" A man is shouting loud. He, but ne'er appears; here -- A man is now in shroud. His life is a traverse. "Einamer! Einamer!" His voice is a rehearse. Shout, repeat, "Einamer!" "Einamer! Einamer!" Your love, your care -- farewell. Speak not, nor loud nor clear, A toll, a bell, a knell. Tell me you love me when I'm dead in casket bare. So I can feel no pain, "Einamer... Einamer..."