There alone you sit
In the Forest of Wolfdales
Crashing down on the anvil
Crafting the finest jewels
I will come to your tomb
I hope that you may shoe my steed
You work when no one sees
And your legend lives on
The swan-maiden
You took for your wife
Flew away one day
But you carried on anyway
Captured by the king
Slave for his whim
So from the fruit of his loins
You fashioned shining pearls

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN