Old Tale

Old tale about the girl,
and the farmer boy,
their time together flamed.
It couldn't last forever,
they knows 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 belongs to the gallows,
then I bury you and your sins."
The boy heard, that girl got hung.
He took sword
and cut the father's throat.
Then he rode to the chasm
and fell down his death.
There he met his bride and son
“Who is that little one,
whom you embrace? ”
“He is your sweet son
and come with us.”
“we are now here together forever
always here together forever.”
“He is your sweet son
and come with us.”
“we are now here together forever
always here together forever.”