Another child on earth,sad and forlorn;
No one knows him,'Cauz his parents are gone!
Forsooth,it had to be,You know,
He was poor ,and so everyone said 'No!'

And now he goes about begging in streets,
But has yet never been able to accomplish feats;
He is living but he's still dead,
Making odd things into little beds.

There is nothing except life that he possesses,
A life of nothing but sorrow and misery,
With nothing but forlorn hopes,
He's left himself to God's mercy.

Another child on earth , sad and forlorn
Has nothing to do except to mourn and mourn.