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...