This is another version..

Where wilt thou go, my agile little swallow..
thy wings will tire if long thy flight should be.. oh
if winds and storms should bring thee pain and anguish..
if seeking shelter none be found for thee.

Ah come to me a soft warm nest I offer..
where all the wintry seasons will pass thee by..
and also I wander in regions so lonely..
midst cold and tempest and have no wings to fly..