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The Werewolf
The maiden she would to the cottage go
Linden trees shiver in the grove
So she took the road to the forest blue
She was carrying the fruit of love
And when she reached the forest blue
Linden trees shiver in the grove
There she met a grey wold
She was carrying the fruit of love
O dear wolf do not bite me
To you I shall give my silver gown
A silver gown wouldn't suit me at all
Your youthful life and your blood must go
O dear wold do not bite me
Linden trees quiver in the grove
To you I shall give my silver shoe
She was carrying the fruit of love
A silver shoe wouldn't suit me at all
Linden trees quiver in the grove
Your youthful life and your blood must go
She was carrying the fruit of love
O dear wolf do no bite me
To you I shall give my golden crown
A golden crown wouldn't suit me at all
Your youthful life and your blood must go
The maiden she climbed up high in an oak
Linden trees quiver in the grove
The wolf he paced the ground and howled
She was carrying the fruit of love
The wolf dug up the oak by the roots
Linden trees quiver in the grove
The maiden gave a heart-rending cry
She was carrying the fruit of love
The young page saddled his gray steed
Linden trees quiver in the grove
He rode a little faster than a bird could fly
She was carrying the fruit of love
And when he came to the wooded place
Linden trees quiver in the grove
He found nothing more than a bloody arm
She was carrying the fruit of love
God comfort, God improve me as a young page
Linden trees quiver in the grove
My maiden is gone, my horse is dead
She was carrying the fruit of love
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Garmarna: 3-те най-преглеждани
| 1. | Herr Mannelig |
| 2. | Sven i Rosengård |
| 3. | Vänner och fränder |
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