[music: sanga/bergius | lyric: barthold]
A little girl, her heart of gold - For silvercoins her heart she sold
That little girl was led astray - With silvercoins she had to pay
See this ground, where she bled - Come with me and dance her sprit dead
And so the whispering winds weep her name
Her lips turned as blue as her empty eyes - On naked ground she naked lies
Come with me and burn our love - Come dance her spirit dead
See this ground, where she bled - Come with me and dance her sprit dead