Kaspar Hausers Song

He truly loved the purple sun, descending from the hills,

The ways through the woods, the singing

And the joys of green.

Sombre was his dwelling in the shadows of the

And his face undefiled.

God, a tender flame, spoke to his heart:

Oh son of man!

Silently his step turned to the city in the evening;

A mysterious complaint fell from his lips:“I shall become a horseman.”But bush and beast did follow his

To the pale people’s house and garden at dusk,

And his murderer sought after him.

Spring and summer and – oh so beautiful – the

Of the righteous.

His silent

Passed by the dark rooms of the dreamers.

At night he and his star dwelled alone.

He saw the snow fall on bare

And in the murky doorway the assassin’s shadow.

Silvern sank the unborne’s head.