't was an eve in late summer, autumn was nigh
Still a warm sun did colour the sky
The meadows did shine in a strange golden light
And vales did forth the soft haze of night

When through the air a voice did resound
Beckoning the shepherd to rise from the ground

THE SHEPHERD:
"What sweet voice does sing in such a woebegone tone?
What maiden does wander the heather alone?"
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Bewitched by it's tone, he followed her song,
Whilst the sun did descend and the shadows grew long
In the dim light of dusk, near the sparkling cascade
On a moss covered stone sat a crying young maid

THE SHEPHERD:
"Why art thou dreary? What happened to thee?
What song didst thou sing so woefully?"

THE MAIDEN:
"Go whither O shepherd! Don't sadden thine heart
Thou canst not help me - not thou who thou art!
An old man who's been born in a cradle of wood
Of a tree that at least a hundred years stood,
Cut by a boy who at heart was still pure -
Might be my redeemer if he knew that he could..."