| 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... |
| 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... |
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