the furrow collective - the maiden hind كلمات الأغنية

the mother to her son did say
“the little hind you must not slay!”

“hunt the deer and shoot the doe
but the little hind you must let go!”

peter hunted the woods all around
but the little hind played before his hound

and when it played all at his feet
his mothers words he did forget

he took his bow by hand and knee
and shot the hind beneath the tree

his took his gloves from off his hands
to flay the hind where he did stand

her neck he flayed and there he found
his sister’s golden hai

he saw within her breast so cold
his sister’s rings, red beaten gold

in her side strange to his side
his sister’s hands, lily_white.’
his knife upon the ground he threw
“so has my mother’s tale come true!”

cold on the river falls the rime
there’s luck for the man who takes his time

high the crane flies in the sky
lucky the man who from trouble can fly!

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