I sing thus:
The sun goes down behind hills
The shadows grows longer
The night is soon to come
Taking me as prisoner
The cows out in the barn stand
I go towards
Dark it is in every village
In the deep dales
Her in the mountains the sun is gone
I walk down to the farm
Here I can rest under roof
Tomorrow she is early awake
Soon I will ready her tonight
Then I go to rest
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