| lyric | Hills so high valleys green,
what is that white I see?
Is it a flock of geese?
Does snow lie on the lea?
If they geese I saw
they would have flown before;
snow it can scarcely be,
long ago came the thaw.
Yonder in the distance
someone has made a bed;
on it lies a poor youth
cut deep about his head.
To his right a sabre
lies in the sun shining;
beside him on the left
sits his sweetheart pining.
„Pass to me, darling, my
mirrorshining sabre;
I want to discover
if my cheeks are paler.“
Quickly she passed the blade,
then made a backward dart,
fearing her lover had
treachery in his heart.
„Why jump my darling girl?
What has caused you to start?
You must know that I still
love you with all my heart.“
„Noone told me to leap;
I suspected a trap,
I feared some trachery
and hoped to ,scape mishap.“
„Dear I longed for you, but
hoped to cut off your head,
so that no other could
claim you after I’m dead!“ |