All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep, saying »Where will we shelter or where will we sleep?«
For the Oak and the Ash, they are all cutten down …

Now that the time has come
soon gone is the day.
There upon some distant shore
you’ll hear me say

Long as the day in the summer time,
deep as the wine dark sea,
I’ll keep your heart with mine
till you come to me.