I will walk behind as you lead,
For in your shadow I won't be seen,
I'd walk beside you friend,
But I'll never get there inbetween
You and all those who love you
Those who cannot bare to part
With you ever, my dear heart,
Who you've gathered from the start.

You profess that I've a following
But they're friends of yours you see,
When they can't be close to you...
That's when they turn to me.

I've got so much to be greatful for
But sometimes my eyes are shut
I find some solace in someone's arms
And you title me a slut

So go along your merry way
I'll follow all the way
But maybe when you turn for me
I'll be gone someday

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Variach, in the year 88 MA.