Oh mother of seas, I saw her so long ago
Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands
I am [bad word] 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 [bad word] by wine, quite as a child
So close to thee
Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands