first, he dreamt of the bitterest cold,
but his heart in the snow'd rather die;
then, he dreamt of the sand and the lands,
but they lay where his heart did not lie.
finally, he saw where the waves washed ashore
to the hoofbeats that drummed through green sea:
he laughed at the flow of the free gold mane
and he knew where his heart longed to be.
though his heart drank its fill, he could never stand still
and his soulsworn alongside him riding,
to the sand and the land, from the shore back again
he sang high in his step distant tidings.
but his heart in the snow'd rather die;
then, he dreamt of the sand and the lands,
but they lay where his heart did not lie.
finally, he saw where the waves washed ashore
to the hoofbeats that drummed through green sea:
he laughed at the flow of the free gold mane
and he knew where his heart longed to be.
though his heart drank its fill, he could never stand still
and his soulsworn alongside him riding,
to the sand and the land, from the shore back again
he sang high in his step distant tidings.