Where the trail is descending
Little lamb so sweet
We met looking out onto hills
Sun setting
Shepherds conspire to murder you
Ambush and slay
If this omen is true I'm doomed to death but promise me
Do not speak of this
Bury my body at home
Tell them all I married a princess
Sun and moon as acting priestess
As stars fell brightly into night
Lay me close by
By the sheepfold
Back of my hut so I'll hear my hounds tell them what I say
Soft sweet speech with loving tone
Fiery tongued as good winds blow
Do not speak of this
Bury my body at home
Tell them all I married a princess
Sun and moon as acting priestess
Firs and maple trees were my guests
Priests the mountains high
Fiddlers the birds that fly
Torchlights stars on high
As they fell brightly into night
Who has ever known
Who has seen my own
Shepherd fine to see slim as a willow tree
Dear face bright milk foam white
Little eyes that glow like the ripe black sloe
Where the grass grows new
Where there's shade for you