The messenger sped further
to where he found the king.
Unto the noble Siegmund
that night no sleep did bring;
His heart within foreboded
what happ’d to him, I ween:
How that his dear son living
should never more be seen.
The messenger sped further
to where he found the king.
Unto the noble Siegmund
that night no sleep did bring;
His heart within foreboded
what happ’d to him, I ween:
How that his dear son living
should never more be seen.