A Tinkers Lullaby [German translation]

Go to sleep my little tinker

Let all your troubles pass you by

For you have no place to camp now

Ah that's a tinkers lullaby.

Ever since you were a baby

Cradle in your mothers shawl

The site they said they didn't want you

And now you have no home at all.

When your mother died and left you

You had to fend all alone

All in this land of saints and scholars

And still you have not got a home.

Although your clothes are torn and ragged

And your hair is silvery grey

Some day you'll die and go to heaven

And you will find a camp down there.

Go to sleep my little tinker

Let all your troubles pass you by

For you have no place to camp now

Ah that's a tinkers lullaby.