• Little crystal on a string,
    Tell me what you sing.
    Sorrow? Hate? Love? Fear?
    What do you do here?
    Come you far, or
    Come you near?
    What do you so fear?
    Knotted too many times,
    Your little string is stuck.
    Silver may be precious
    But it has not the worth.
    Lost in the wild,
    Nowhere left to go,
    Sink into mud and rock and stone
    And sleep until you're found again,
    You poor unfortunate soul.