Текст песни: Poor Orphan Child + перевод

My feet they are sore and my limbs they are weary

Long is the way and the mountains are wild

Soon will the twilight close moonless and dreary

Over the path of the poor orphan child

Why did they send me so far and so lonely

Up where the moors spread and gray rocks are piled

Men are hard hardhearted and kind angels only

Watch o’er the steps of the poor orphan child

Yet distant and soft the night breeze is blowing

Clouds there are none and stars they are mild

God in his mercy protection is showing

Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child

Even should I fall o’er the broken bridge passing

Or stray in the marshes by false light beguiled

Still will my father with promise and blessing

Take to his bosom the poor orphan child

There is a thought that for strength should avail me

Though both of shelter and kindred despond

Heaven is a home and rest will not fail me

God is a friend to the poor orphan child

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