I See My Words In Everyone’s Says
In The Edge Of The Land They Are
Be Sure, Our Warm Lips Will Find Out
In The Lap Of The Dear Nymphs
We Could Be So Good Together
If You Wilt Not, Be Sword For Me
I Have Two Hundred Miles To Walk
And With The Valkyries Have To Ride
Deep Rivers And High Mountains
So Let My Sailing Boat Run And Run