On a tree three ravens proudly
Oh hurt oh hurt Oh sorry oh hurt
On a tree three ravens proudly
They were as black as ebony
They were as black as ebony
One said: Companion my,
Where should the next meal be?
In that reason on a green field
Rest under his shield a hero
Rest under his shield a hero
His dogs are not far away
They keep watch over their master
His hawks circle on the plan
No bird dares to touch him
No bird dares to touch him
There comes a tender deer to him
Oh that I see my sweetheart!
She raises his head of blood so red
The sweetheart she kissed was dead
The sweetheart she kissed was dead
She digs his grave at dawn
In the evening she was dead herself
Oh great God give us all
Such hawks such a dog such a love
Such hawks such a dog such a love
On a tree three ravens proudly
Oh hurt oh hurt Oh sorry oh hurt
On a tree three ravens proudly
They were as black as ebony
They were as black as ebony