Sweet is your love, the wild one,
never forget
it.
Love and breeding from you
my heart has forgotten.
I am the wild one, and if I am so wild, great and happy, then she will not forget
it.
With her love and faithfulness she is in my heart.
And then, my heart,
she carries gold alone,
not in winter stars.
Her dress is like the sun,
that shines in the fields.
And on the tree, her feathers stand, she is like fire, that the Lord trusts.
She is mine and must be mine.
A beautiful child in her arms, and a Lord of all the world, whom she
loves and adores.