Goodbye my love,
I have to go I hear fathers talk to me
You will forget me very slaw
My will is to be free
If I die
Sorrow will come to your eyes
Don't cry
I will be near the grate fairs
When I die
Sorrow will come to your eyes
Don't cry
I will be near the grate fairs
My soul and sword are in your hands
My grave is home for me
I leave here my last chance
I want it were as it has to be
It's fate we can't do anything
I don't know what she want's
I believe you'll find your spring
Don't forget my soul and sword