Until the seventh sunrise
the festival went on.
Then did the rich queen, Sieglind,
as in old days was done,
For love of her son Siegfried,
share out her red gold free:
To win all folks’ hearts to him
thereby, in sooth, hoped she.
Until the seventh sunrise
the festival went on.
Then did the rich queen, Sieglind,
as in old days was done,
For love of her son Siegfried,
share out her red gold free:
To win all folks’ hearts to him
thereby, in sooth, hoped she.