[Music & Words: KF]
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side,
His faithful heart would take no other bride,
For
three years they lived,
midst the forests of the land,
Strong and proud was the love
of this woman and man
Like the sky
high above,
no beginning and no end,
The woman that he loves,
his life and best friend.
Until that day in December
when the
snowstorms did start,
Stalked the Norseman with his bow,
put an arrow through his heart.
Hear the cry, the cry of the winter
wind,
Blowing across the land,
stealing his life from him,
From the earth, and into the otherworld,
the land of Tr Na
n-g,
is the place where he must go.
"Woman come to my side,
let your arms shield my pain,
For I know will not
spend
another day with you again."
They say she will not move
from the place where he did die,
Once so strong and so
proud,
She cannot talk but cry.