Old tale about the girl,
and the poor farmer boy,
their time together flamed.
It couldn't last forever,
they know it well.
So they took from the moment,
everything.
So they took from the moment,
everything.
Said father to the maid,
it's time to go,
you'll marry my chosen one.
He's rich enough and so religious,
he's the lord of all known.
He's the lord of all known.
Who is the chosen one,
asked girl with sad eyes.
He's a lord from the west,
he is to you the man best,
but the girl was sad as a child.
He's a lord from the west,
he is to you the man best,
but the girl was sad as a child.
The girl carried the farmer's child,
and father noticed that.
"You'll die!", he yelled.
"You'll die as a whore!"
"You belong to the gallows!"
"Then I'll bury you and your sins!"
The boy heard, that girl got hung.
He took the sword,
and cut her father's throat.
Then he rode to the chasm,
and fell down to his death,
there he met his bride and sons.
There he met his bride and sons.
Who is that little one,
who you embrace?
He is your sweet son,
and come with us,
we are now here together forever.
He is your sweet son,
and come with us,
we are now here together forever