The starlight caught a glimmer, a sparkle scarcely seen.
There was a little cherub just waiting in a tree.

it said, "Now, O Wand'rer, The Lord God sent me
To Grant some comfort; some comfort for thee."

The Wand'rer leaned forward, upon his crooked staff
and searched for his heartstrings left in the mountain pass.

"O cherub," Said the Wand'rer, "Please hearken to me...
I have but one request, if no trouble it would be."

"Please take now this flower, picked from fields of peonies,
and bring it to my lady; tell her not it is from me."