Dear Merry, my son, my only child,
where have you gone, are you off in the wild?
Are you warm, are you safe? Have you plenty to eat,
a mattress to sleep on or even a seat?
I pray for you always and try to believe
that you'll be back and you won't again leave.
Until then, dear Merry, please keep yourself well.
If I lost you forever, I'd become a mere shell.
For you, my son, I had such hopes and dreams.
My heart says even now that hope may still gleam.
So I'll continue to pray and to wait
And to watch for you still as the hour grows late.