Fate of the maiden

Weeping maiden of the cold Northland
runs on through the fen and the forest
to the cold sea-shore

She sat weeping on the dark seaside
tears on the white sand made silver-pearls
they glow like moon

Cry no more for me, I ask of thee
When I sink beneath the sea-foam
I will make my bed in crystal waters
water-ferns my cloak and pillow

In tears she saw the young fairy maidens
of the waters out at the dark sea
in cold moonlight

Quick the maiden hastens out there
to join the mermaids calling out for her
to the deep blue sea

With the roar of waters falls the maiden
Falls to the deep blue sea
With the roar of waters falls the maiden
Falls to the deep boundless sea