Albert the Miner Part 2

	His name was Albert, forty-seven years of age
	He was a miner, working every night and day
	Pickaxe and oil lamp were his silent friends in these dark mines
	Where the sun never shines
	Albert was ambitious, tried to find a secret way
	To a land far from here he once heard of in a tale
	With pickaxe and oil lamp he wanted to break through the space and time
	To find this land erstwhile divined
	Who thought that one man would dare
	To search in the depths for a door, not knowing where
	With his confidence and hope he carried on
	To seek this place, his home...
	I’ll leave you, so said Albert, I’ll give all a man can give
	To find this world beyond the dark, it’s where my father lives
	With pickaxe and oil lamp he wanted to break through the space and time
	And he never returned again
	I tried so hard but now I feel weak, my hands are scarred
	I feel the warmth fade, my strength is gone
	Can it be that I was wrong?
	Albert, my beloved son
	I know you’ve searched so long my friend
	And now your search has found an end
	Come, I’ll take you home
	I searched for so long but now I’ve found the truth
	There never was a door I finally see through
	The key was always in my heart to find the hallowed land
	I’ll leave this world for good now to stay in the potter’s field
	Who thought a miner was guided by angels alone?
	I found my place, I found my home...

	His name was Albert, fortyseven years of age
	He was a miner, working every night and day
	Pickaxe and oil lamp were his silent friends in these dark mines
	Where the sun never shines
	Albert was ambitious, tried to find a secret way
	To a land far from here he once heard of in a tale
	With pickaxe and oil lamp he wanted to break through the space and time
	To find this land erstwhile divined
	Who thought that one man would dare
	To search in the depths for a door, not knowing where
	With his confidence and hope he carried on
	To seek this place, his home...
	I' ll leave you, so said Albert, I' ll give all a man can give
	To find this world beyond the dark, it' s where my father lives
	With pickaxe and oil lamp he wanted to break through the space and time
	And he never returned again
	I tried so hard but now I feel weak, my hands are scarred
	I feel the warmth fade, my strength is gone
	Can it be that I was wrong?
	Albert, my beloved son
	I know you' ve searched so long my friend
	And now your search has found an end
	Come, I' ll take you home
	I searched for so long but now I' ve found the truth
	There never was a door I finally see through
	The key was always in my heart to find the hallowed land
	I' ll leave this world for good now to stay in the potter' s field
	Who thought a miner was guided by angels alone?
	I found my place, I found my home...