The Vagrant’s Song

The Vagrant’s Song 

A vagrant singing, carrying his precious cartload, a sleeping girl: 

With you beside me, Living, sleeping in my cart;Right there’s my palace, my paradise.

With you beside me, The richest man seems poor to me. 

The girl is mumbling in her sleep: 

With you beside me, Am I honored as a queen of queens.

With you beside me, Hell doesn’t terrify me, Nor do I wish to go to heaven , Save  with  you.