Of Ye Birch Tree Slain Lyrics

Once there lived a man in a small house of wood

Just before the threshold tall birch-tree stood

Knocking at his window and pulling his hair

All of that he did not care

Days passed the nights and the nights passed the days

Human's path was his only way

Once under the full moon he fell asleep

A girl came to him and began to weep

[Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me

[Man:] How can I not knowing thee?

[Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me

[Man:] How can I not knowing thee?

[Birch:] Always I've been here don't be surprised

You'll see me always just close your eyes

Knocking at your window and pulling your hair

[Man:] I'm sick and tied of you so beware

[Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me

[Man:] Oh, well, I'll come and cut thee

[Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me

[Man:] Oh, well, I'll come and cut thee

[Birch:]

Be my blacksmith to forge the new swords

Be my staff for wild waters to cross

Be my hop to bitter my drink

Be my key to break wooden link

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I'm your way to the stallions of Njord

I'm your mare to ride through the night

I'm your birch tree with tears so bright

Then he took an axe and exited the house

Came to tall white tree and closed his eyes

The girl came to him one and final time

But he preferred to close his mind

[Man:] Oh, well, I have come to thee

Please, please, don't worry me

Oh, well, I have come to thee

Please, please, don't worry me

His hands were above and her waist below

Thus he embraced her in moment slow

The cold iron passed into her heart

When his eyes had opened they were apart

So he turned to mirror again and again

Blood on his axe, blood on his hands

Grinning and laughing he came to the wood

Hanged himself - now he's ravens' food

[Man:] Now you will never come to me

[Birch:] Oh, well, good night to thee

[Man:] Now you will never come to me

[Birch:] Oh, well, good night to thee

No one now lives in a small house of wood

Nothing there is, so the tale ends good