Joyless Vasilisa, the girl who lives in the dark
My sweet Vasilisa, please pull the thorn from your heart
She wore a veil of misery that she had stitched herself
It made her fail to see the boy who'd always treat her well
Holy Vasilisa, the girl who was blinded by sorrow
My poor Vasilisa, damned to a life on her own
She drowned to eath when she fell down the village wishing well
The people danced and clapped and sang, the churches rang their bells
Farewell Vasilisa, you never wanted my love
Shame the Vasilisa is below ground... I'm above