In the deep forest
In the black forest
A Köhler burner lives
A heart so cold
Where streams flow
The wood to the north
Where plates bloom
The church rings for the wedding
In his breast
Love burns him
Like embers and tinder
For one only
In the cool ground
Dwells under black fir trees
A Köhler burner lives
A heart like glass so pure
In the deep forest
In the black forest
A Köhler burner lives
A heart so cold
His cold heart
That longs for the fire
For black smoke
For hearth, wood and embers
Has he got gold too
So many things
Did he not think of love
Took Lisbeth's death for wealth
He took her life
And harmony and shining red stones
He fought with death and devil for them
Did he also take gold
Took so much
Laughed at love
Took Lisbeth's death for wealth
Killed for pride
And does the wind know all mild names
When one cries out in the mountain forest
He only wants to be stopped by all gentle hands
To stop for just the one
Of the treasure
One thing shall remain for him
A ring with her name of pure gold
Shall of the treasure
One more shall remain for him
A ring with her name made of pure gold