Afternoon in February

The day is ending

The night descending

The marsh is frozen

The river dead.

Through clouds like ashes

The red sun flashes

On village windows

That glimmer red.

And through the meadows

Like fearful shadows

Slowly passes

a funeral train.

Three kingsdaughters fair

Fly away my heart away

Sweet appleblossoms bloom

So sweet so sweet.

Ah says the eldest one

Fly away my heart away.

The days began so sweet

So sweet.

Ah says the second one

Fly away my heart away

Far off I hear the drum

So sweet.

Ah says the youngest one

Fly away my heart away

’t Is my true love my own

So sweet.2