| 't was an eve in late summer, autumn was nigh | |
| still a warm sun did colour the sky | |
| The meadows did shine in a strange golden light | |
| and vales did forth the soft haze of night | |
| When through the air a voice did resound | |
| beckoning the shepherd to rise from the ground | |
| THE SHEPHERD: | |
| "What sweet voice does sing in such a woebegone tone? | |
| What maiden does wander the heather alone?" | |
| Bewitched by its tone, he followed her song, | |
| whilst the sun did descend and the shadows grew long | |
| In the dim light of dusk, near the sparkling cascade | |
| on a moss covered stone sat a crying young maid | |
| THE SHEPHERD: | |
| "Why art thou dreary? What happened to thee? | |
| What song didst thou sing so woefully?" | |
| THE MAIDEN: | |
| "Go whither O shepherd! Don't sadden thine heart | |
| Thou canst not help me - not thou who thou art! | |
| An old man who's been born in a cradle of wood | |
| of a tree that at least a hundred years stood, | |
| cut by a boy who at heart was still pure - | |
| might be my redeemer if he knew that he could..." |
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