And so behind the field of snow-white,
With an eyes as black as tar,
With a pale gray hair she stands and stands alone...
And so behind the field of snow-white,
With an eyes as black as tar,
With a pale gray hair she stands and stands alone...
There's no rest for her as there's no rest for everyone around.
She has no fellows, she has no friends to care about...
There's no rest for her as there's no rest for everyone around.
She has no fellows, she has no friends to care about...
They call her a witch and avoid her.
The old and the young are scared, no one would invite her home.
And no one would remember the times of yore
When she got such a fame for being the most beautiful of them all.
For her dreams were prophetic and unkind,
For she could tell them their death and was high-minded...
Wind is her brother, blizzard's her sister, yellow moon is her fellow.
She has no children, but she has a crows that sing a lullaby so mellow...
And so behind the field of snow-white,
With an eyes as black as tar,
With a pale gray hair she stands and stands alone...
And so behind the field of snow-white,
With an eyes as black as tar,
With a pale gray hair she stands and stands alone...
