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 gound, where she bled   Come with me and dance her spirit dead   And the whispering winds weep her name   Her lips turnes 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...