Völsung

Across the fields I ride
A horse with locks of gold. 
The story has been told,
Love that fights against pride. 

Joined and bound with honour,
A maiden and a boy,
Sharing all of their joy,
That makes the others sore. 

Mount the steed, leave behind
All the worries that blind
The sight of the young pair,

Ride on and never stop,
Until you reach the top,
Lovers each just and fair. 

Sometimes it seems to us,
That life should not be thus,
Search the half that you miss,
Welcome feelings of bliss !

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