Erinnerungen sind kleine Sterne,
die tröstend in das Dunkel
unserer Trauer leuchten.

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm
There's a golden sky
And a sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
For your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk On! Walk On! With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone