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A girl saw a little rose
It bloomed there in bright heights
She asked her sweetheart
if he could
fetch it for her
She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that's the custom
Whatever
she wants she gets
Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still
The boy climbs the mountain in torment
He doesn't really care about the view
Only the little rose
is on his mind
He brings it to his sweetheart
She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that's the custom
Whatever
she wants she gets
Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still
At his boots, a stone breaks
Doesn't want to be on the cliff anymore
And a scream lets everyone
know
Both are falling to the ground
She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that's the custom
Whatever
she wants she gets
Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still
This song is based on the poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe named "Heidenroslein" which translates into Heather Rose.
Heather RoseJohann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Once a boy a Rosebud spied,
Heathrose fair and tender,
All array'd in youthful pride,--
Quickly to the spot he
hied,
Ravished by her splendour.
Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,
Heathrose fair and tender!
Said the boy, "I'll
now pick thee,
Heathrose fair and tender!"
Said the rosebud, "I'll prick thee,
So that thou'lt remember me,
Ne'er
will I surrender!"
Ne'er will I surrender!"
Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,
Heathrose fair and tender!
Now
the cruel boy must pick
Heathrose fair and tender;
Rosebud did her best to prick,--
Vain 'twas 'gainst her fate to
kick--
She must needs surrender.
Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,
Heathrose fair and tender! |
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