Child In The Cradle Of Gold

On the top of a rock
High in the wintry landscape
Lived a count with his wife
In dark medieval times

But all gold and treasures
Did not mean much to them
'Cause for so many years
They were waiting for a heir

This man was desperated
And prayed to the lord all night and day
To send him a son
With help from heaven above

And one day the signs
At least became clear
The countess was pregnant
And all away was their pain

And he cried out in the storm
"Finally my son is born"
And in the tower dark and cold
Lay the child in a cradle of gold

Soon everyone knew
About the news of this late childbirth
There were music and wine
And celebration for everyone

When the summer came
Everything seemed so alright
And to this time they knew
This would be the time of their life

When the winterwind came
And covered the land in ice and snow
The child became ill
And the time came to pay the price

All of a sudden all happyness was gone
Only crying of the countess was anymore

And he cried out in the storm
"Finally my son is born"
And in the tower dark and cold
Lay the child in a cradle of gold

His son, he died into his arms
He couldn't believe it's true
Merciless, the lord, he was
To take it away from him

So he went outside and smashed a cross
Now he was an unholy man
And he took the cradle and threw it
Into the deep dark dirty well

And he cried out in the storm
"Finally my son is born"
And in the tower dark and cold
Lay the child in a cradle of gold

And he cried out in the storm
"Finally my son is born"
And in the tower dark and cold
Lay the child in a cradle of gold

And far away from time or sound
The treausure still lies on the ground