It Shouldn't leave

A glen covered by cliff
prettly old house stand so stiff

For a blauen donau on the hill
I capture the sight from a farm and mill

entry the door on grand sweet ville
a young maid stand so still
waited for someone to came if he will
she prays and weep in day so chill

He should have back from all the morn
If something happen she will go down
but evening spread to quick to worn
she moist her eyes till came the dawn

Thy mustn't leave O'Thou
but blusterry wind send her a woe
from land so high there come down a doe
tell her the song that he has been gone

She mourn Thy leave the soul, O'Thou
It's all fault of mine
a maid said I kill you in morn
Shouldn't leave you too slow.. O Thou

A wolf grinned his weep underneath moonlight
for a maid aware he would not come out
Outthere on mist grave he'd laid
on wooden pole underneath the earth

Though it ironic blurred by accident
for her own deeds the maid said she regretted
but night just can't hear any more begged
a ruin heart of a maid in ragged