A winter day
With cold white light
A child was born
So fair a sight
But as she grew
It was to be known
That on this child
A curse was thrown
She never uttered
Word nor sound
To walk in silence
She was bound
One day alone
A strange bird sang
To lift the curse
This must be done
First you must find
An axe of gold
Then an apple
That never grows old
Last you must find
The water of life
That quenches the thirst
And heals all strife
For seven years
She wandered in pain
And all her efforts
Ended in vain
The by a lake
One morning clear
She saw herself
And lost all fear
The golden axe
Is my courage and will
The apple my heart
That never grows chill
The water of life
Is the gift to give
It strengthens the soul
And the joy to live
So ends the tale
Of the maiden who longed
And lifted the curse
And made her song