The girl sang on in much joyful bliss-
A sound that not one wanted to miss.
Happy for all those she came upon-
In much joyful bliss, the girl sang on.
Both young and old, all would flock to her;
Clamoring to hear each soothing word.
The meek and humble, the haughty soul-
All would flock to her, both young and old.
Birds hid in shame when this lass came by;
Her sweet melodies making them cry.
They dared not even to chirp her name.
When this lass came by, birds hid in shame.
On a cold dark night not long ago
A thief sneaked in; her sweet voice he stole.
Alas; in grief she gave up her life-
Not long ago, on a cold dark night.