Young fate in his hands They ride all night Drift away- Tonight the erlking follows thee What do you see, my son? If you are sick, be strong We will be home, you’ll see Safe and sound Father, can’t you see? The spirit oh so near He’s wounded me And now, he speaks And praises me It is the fog, my son Just the wind You will be fine, boy There’s not to fear Come with me young lad My daughters await To serve for you Tonight your visions will come true All that you want You’ll have All that you need It’s there Take my hand That’s good Now follow me My son, we arrive Our house up ahead I guarantee The woods are behind us and now we are free Are you awake, my son? Can you speak? Oh, please! No! This cannot be Now we’ve gone and told the tale of one man and his son A journey through the woods one night and then the boy cries out in terror Were you sick and dying in your father’s arms, poor boy? Or was the erlking really present? Always there and waiting for you?