Sleep, sleep little knight.
Life is but a dream.
Borne by all Poseidon's might
you sail towards the land of night…
Everyone is lonesome.

The sail is up, the course is set.
Life is but a dream.
The sea is deep and salt and wet
as if of countless tears of fret…
Everyone is lonesome.

The night is endless, dark and deep.
Life is but a dream.
Sink softly in the lap of sleep –
out from darkness light will creep…
Everyone is lonesome.

Sinking, sinking down with ease.
Life is but a dream.
In seas of sleep where storms will cease
will our restlessness find peace…
Everyone is lonesome.

Our lonely planet's in distress.
Life is but a dream.
We know nothing, but we guess
everything is loneliness…
Everyone is lonesome.

Dream, dream little spring.
Life is but a dream.
Where we came from, what we'll bring –
is known to neither man nor king…
Everyone is lonesome.

Grow, grow little seed.
Life is but a dream.
Breezes whisper in the reed:
Maybe we'll from death be freed…
Everyone is lonesome.

--André Bjerke

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