(There were three)

(There were three)


(There were three)


(There were three)

...





As I walked on my own

As I look for my dear home


I felt the sun leaving me


White choruses wait for me




"Where shall we our breakfast take?"


Said the first raven

Down in yonder green field


There lies a knight slain under his shield




Down comes his follow doe


As great with young, as she might go


She lift up his bloody head

And kissed his wounds that were so red





She got him up on her back

And carried him to earth and lake


She buried him before the prime


She was dead herself before night time




Do you still see me?


Do you still see me?