(There were three)

(There were three)

(There were three)

(There were three)

...



As I walked on my own

As I look for my dear home

I felt the sun leaving me

White choruses wait for me



"Where shall we our breakfast take?"

Said the first raven

Down in yonder green field

There lies a knight slain under his shield



Down comes his follow doe

As great with young, as she might go

She lift up his bloody head

And kissed his wounds that were so red



She got him up on her back

And carried him to earth and lake

She buried him before the prime

She was dead herself before night time



Do you still see me?

Do you still see me?