Who rides so late through night and wind? It is the father with his child. He holds the boy safe in his arm He holds him safe, he keeps him warm. “My son, why do you hide your face so fearfully?” “Father, do you not see the Erlking? The Elf king with crown and tail?” “My son, it's a wisp of fog.” “You lovely child, come, go with me! Nothing but beautiful games I'll play with you; Many colourful flowers are on the shore, My mother has many golden robes.” “My father, my father, can't you hear,...
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