Oh mother of seas, I saw her so long ago Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands I am drunken by wine, quite as a child So close to thee Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands I'm tired and our travelling, our travelling is over You are so tired and our travelling, our travelling is over I'm sorry for the pain, inside of forest shades, we saw each other hardly So sorry for the pain, stand still in forest shades, we saw each other hardly, my dear Oh mother of trees, I saw her so long ago Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands I am drunken by wine, quite as a child So close to thee Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands
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