“Nay, nay, my dear lord Siegfried,
I bode thy fate too well:
Last night my evil dreaming
told how upon thee fell
Two mountains in the valley;
I saw thee never more.
If thou wilt thus forsake me,
’twill wound me to the core.”
“Nay, nay, my dear lord Siegfried,
I bode thy fate too well:
Last night my evil dreaming
told how upon thee fell
Two mountains in the valley;
I saw thee never more.
If thou wilt thus forsake me,
’twill wound me to the core.”