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Varulven
  • Varulven
  • Garmarna
  • Guds Spelemän
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artist-Garmarna

song-Varulven (the Werewolf)


The maiden she would to the cottage go 
Linden trees quiver in the grove 
So she took the path through the forest blue 
She was carrying the fruit of love 

And when she reached the forest blue 
Linden trees quiver in the grove 
There she met with a gray wolf 
She was carrying the fruit of love 

O dear wolf please don’t bite me 
To you I will give my silver gown 

The silver gown won’t suit me at all 
Your young life and your blood must go 

O dear wolf please don’t bite me 
Linden trees quiver in the grove 
I will give you my silver shoes 
She was carrying the fruit of love 

Silver shoes won’t suit me at all 
Linden trees quiver in the grove 
Your young life and your blood must go 
She was carrying the fruit of love 

O dear wolf please don’t bite me 
I will give you my golden crown 

A golden crown won’t suit me at all 
Your young life and your blood must go 

The maiden she climbed up high in an oak 
Linden trees quiver in the grove 
The wolf he paced the ground and howled 
She was carrying the fruit of love 

The wolf dug up the oak by the roots 
Linden trees quiver in the grove 
The maiden gave a heart-rending cry 
She was carrying the fruit of love 

The young page saddled his gray steed 
Linden trees quiver in the grove 
He rode slightly faster than a bird could fly 
She was carrying the fruit of love 

And when he came to the wooded place 
Linden trees quiver in the grove 
He found nothing more than a bloody arm 
She was carrying the fruit of love 

God comfort, God improve me, young page 
Linden trees quiver in the grove 
My maiden is gone, my horse is dead 
She was carrying the fruit of love