Wer reitet dort oben am Himmel
Hoch übers Land, weit übers Meer
Auf 'nem Vogel, so weiß wie ein Schimmel
Wildgänse rings um ihn her
Verloren sind so viele Silben
Kannte man's doch nur ungefähr
Und wenn nun auch die Blätter vergilben
Schadet das nicht uns'rer Mär
Wir kennen den Kleinen so gründlich
Tief in uns drin schreibt er nicht mehr
Denn Geschichte vererbt sich auch mündlich
Erinnerung ist gar nicht so schwer
Was wird uns der Schwarm nur einst bringen?
Wird er noch groß? Wächst er noch sehr?
Er wird weiterhin leis' in uns singen
Bis zu 'ner Wiederkehr
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