Lysabild - Valravn

I træets øverste grene sad en pige så alene

Et ansigt sig spejlede i tællelampens skær

Borte var alle hun havde haft så kær

Og dødens vind den strejfede hendes kind

Alene de andre er døde

Alene alle er døde

Alene resten er døde

Lys mit lys

3 mile derfra sad i sorg en ungersevend

Hand troede ej mere skulle få en ven

Modløs han stirrede mod aftenhimlen grå

I det fjerne et glimt ud i mørket han så

Han leb over stok han løb over sten

Gennem moser og krat og forrev sine ben

Men ensom at være det ville han ej

Og ran så af sted på den lange mørke vej

Han løb over mark og han løb gennem skov

Alt imens pigen sad i træet og sov

Han løb gennem hegn og løb gennem krat

Han stred sig igennem den mørkeste nat

Alene de andre er døde

Alene alle er døde

Alene resten er døde

Lys mit lys

In the upper branches of the tree sat a girl so alone

A face reflected in the glow of the counting lamp

Gone were all she had had so dear

And the wind of death it roamed her cheek

Only the others are dead

All alone are dead

The rest alone are dead

Light my light

3 miles away sat in mourning a young man

Hand no longer thought he was going to have a friend

Discouraged he stared at the evening sky gray

In the distance a glimpse into the darkness he saw

He lip over stick he ran over rocks

Through bogs and bushes and tore his legs

But he would not be lonely

And then ran off on the long dark road

He ran across fields and he ran through woods

All the while the girl sat in the tree and slept

He ran through fences and ran through bushes

He struggled through the darkest night

Only the others are dead

All alone are dead

The rest alone are dead

Light my light