“There hung I in mine anguish
all night until the day,
Before she would unbind me.
How softly, too, she lay!
This, trusting in your friendship,
I tell you secretly.”
Then cried the stalwart Siegfried:
“This grieves me, verily;
“There hung I in mine anguish
all night until the day,
Before she would unbind me.
How softly, too, she lay!
This, trusting in your friendship,
I tell you secretly.”
Then cried the stalwart Siegfried:
“This grieves me, verily;