D’you bring me word from home?

How do my mum and father do?

Do they dare to dream alone?

Ærendgāst the Errand Ghost,

Am I to lick my wounds?

For I am not cut out for this.

You swear to be here soon?

Ærendgāst the Errand Ghost,

I’m out of patience now

My father is a jealous god

And me, son of a cow!

Ærendgāst the Errand Ghost,

Just what am I to do?

I’m waiting for a signal here

I need to hear from you!