Varulfen [English translation]

The maiden she would to the cottage go

Linden trees quiver in the grove

So she took the path through the forest blue

She was carrying the fruit of love

And when she reached the forest blue

Linden trees quiver in the grove

There she met with a gray wolf

She was carrying the fruit of love

O dear wolf please don't bite me

To you I will give my silver gown

The silver gown won't suit me at all

Your young life and your blood must go

O dear wolf please don't bite me

Linden trees quiver in the grove

I will give you my silver shoes

She was carrying the fruit of love

Silver shoes won't suit me at all

Linden trees quiver in the grove

Your young life and your blood must go

She was carrying the fruit of love

O dear wolf please don't bite me

I will give you my golden crown

A golden crown won't suit me at all

Your young life and your blood must go

The maiden she climbed up high in an oak

Linden trees quiver in the grove

The wolf he paced the ground and howled

She was carrying the fruit of love

The wolf dug up the oak by the roots

Linden trees quiver in the grove

The maiden gave a heart-rending cry

She was carrying the fruit of love

The young page saddled his gray steed

Linden trees quiver in the grove

He rode slightly faster than a bird could fly

She was carrying the fruit of love

And when he came to the wooded place

Linden trees quiver in the grove

He found nothing more than a bloody arm

She was carrying the fruit of love

God comfort, God improve me, young page

Linden trees quiver in the grove

My maiden is gone, my horse is dead

She was carrying the fruit of love