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 traveling, 
Our traveling is over 
You are so tired and our traveling, 
Our traveling 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

I'm tired and our traveling, 
Our traveling is over 
You are so tired and our traveling, 
Our traveling is over 
I'm sorry for the pain, 
Stand still in forest shades,
We saw each other hardly 
I'm sorry for the pain, 
Stand still in forest shades, 
We saw each other hardly, my dear
Hardly, my dear
Hardly, my dear