But he did not give it to me, his hand has not touched it,
Only his foot has touched it.
He trod on it and broke it,
The flower is like my heart,
The night comes fast, I hear the oxen chewing,
The stars are very white and very little,
My mother cries "Come, girl, spin off thy distaff."
I watch to see him passing;
The night has grown so dark
I shall not see him coming,
Bur I shall hear his footstep,
That crushes down the flowers
That crushes down my heart.
He will not see me waiting,
He will not hear me sobbing,
I listen in the dark.
The night comes fast, I hear the oxen chewing,
The stars are very white and very little,
My mother cries "Come, girl, spin off thy distaff."
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