Albert the Miner Part Ⅱ-但丁之舟

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...