before

The fairest of maidens is sitting
So marvellous up there
Her golden jewels are shining
She is combing her kinky hair
She twists her locks shined golden
And sings a song as well
Whose melody binds a wondrous
And overpowering spell
In his little boat the boatman
Is seized with a savage woe
He'd rather look up at the mountain
Than down at the rocks below
I think that the waves will devour
The boatman and boat as one
And this by her song's sheer power
Félarélie has done