You were born in exile O sweet child of mine; Cruel Fates cast the die Yet thy star in the sky Promised what they defy... When you are old enough A man strong in the arms You will take up the sword That thy father once bore - On thy brow place his crown... When the day doth dawn red You shall have thy revenge On the curs that usurped Thine ancestral lands And the light of thy halls... You were born 'neath the sign O sweet child of mine; Rest a**ured, take thy sleep - And when thou shall awake You will find me there...