Road To Ronderlin

Oh the night it is so very wild
And I feel the mist is closing in
Should we hesitate once more
Then our natural life is o'er
And we'll never find the road to Ronderlin
Oh my wife, I am so much a fool
And a victim of a wandering mind
From the path I led astray
With a sunrise far away
And the mist is of the deepest kind
Peter dear, I fear so for my life
For my soul and for our children three
Do you hear the wild birds call
Can you hear my voice at all
Oh road, sweet road where can you be?