I used to roam in the woods so deep
But there she used to fall asleep
I traveled there to hunt the wolves
But she went there to bring them sheep
Mountain valley, Mountain hills
Two small houses near the fields
In the first I'm living well
In the second my darling dwells
My hut is made of a fur-tree
Hers home is oaken and without key
My hut is on a curvy hill
But hers little hut under the 6 feet sealed
When sun will rise above the hill
I'll bring the flock in to the field
When shiny moon is on its way
She leaves a house in which she lays
Life is flying like a dove
Learn how ardent is wolfish love
Why you look as grave as an owl?
All night long now you will howl!

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