Den Gode Grønne Skogen [English translation]
Den Gode Grønne Skogen [English translation]
I'll make a bet with you my fair maid
I'll bet a hundred dales to ten
That as a maiden you'll go to the good green woods
But as a maiden you will not come home
A bet with you my good friend
You'll bet a hundred dales to ten
As a maiden I'll go to the good green woods
And as a maiden I'll also come home
And when she came to the good green woods
She found him in a deep sleep
With a cloak so fine and a rose as red as blood
And a bunch of green twigs by his foot
Three times she walked around her sleeping friend
Three times she kissed his cheek
Three times she lay her hand on his chest
While he laid there in his deep sleep
Then she took a ring of the reddest gold
And bound it in his hair
This to let her beloved know
That she had been there while he slept
At the break of day he awoke at last
He found himself alone and forgotten
Shamefully he recalled his daring words
And knew he had lost his bet
Three times he called his servant and his horse
Three times he called his dog
Why did you not wake me from the deep sleep
When you saw my beloved was here
Three times, my lord, I shouted your name
Three times I blew my horn
But I could not wake you from your deep sleep
Before your hearts dearest had gone
Had I been awake when my beloved was here
I would have gotten my will
Or else the birds in this green woods would get
To quench their thirst with her blood
- Artist:Folque
- Album:Kjempene på Dovrefjell