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

'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. '

`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