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't was an eve in summer, autumn was nigh
still a sun did colour the sky
The meadows did in a strange golden light
and vales did the soft haze of night

When the air a voice did resound
beckoning the shepherd to from the ground

THE
"What sweet voice does sing in a woebegone tone?
What maiden wander the heather alone?"

Bewitched by its tone, he her song,
the sun did descend and the shadows grew long
In the dim light of dusk, near the cascade
on a moss covered stone sat a crying young

THE
"Why art thou dreary? happened to thee?
What song thou sing so woefully?"

THE
"Go whither O shepherd! Don't sadden heart
Thou not help me - not thou who thou art!
An old man who's born in a cradle of wood
of a that at least a hundred years stood,
cut by a boy who at heart was pure -
might be my redeemer if he that he could..."