Once there lived a man in a small house of wood
Just before the threshold tall birch-tree stood
Knocking at his window and pulling his hair
All of that he did not care
Days passed the nights and the nights passed the days
Human's path was his only way
Once under the full moon he fell asleep
A girl came to him and began to weep
Please, please, darling come to me
How can I not knowing thee?
Please, please, darling come to me
How can I not knowing thee?
Always I've been here don't be surprised
You'll see me always just close your eyes
Knocking at your window and pulling your hair
I'm sick and tied of you so beware
Please, please, darling come to me
Oh, well, I'll come and cut thee
Please, please, darling come to me
Oh, well, I'll come and cut thee
Be my blacksmith to forge the new swords
Be my staff for wild waters to cross
Be my hop to bitter my drink
Be my key to break wooden link
I'm your smithy to forge the new sword
I'm your way to the stallions of Njord
I'm your mare to ride through the night
I'm your birch tree with tears so bright
Then he took an axe and exited the house
Came to tall white tree and closed his eyes
The girl came to him one and final time
But he preferred to close his mind
Oh, well, I have come to thee
Please, please, don't worry me
Oh, well, I have come to thee
Please, please, don't worry me
His hands were above and her waist below
Thus he embraced her in moment slow
The cold iron passed into her heart
When his eyes had opened they were apart
So he turned to mirror again and again
Blood on his axe, blood on his hands
Grinning and laughing he came to the wood
Hanged himself - now he's ravens' food
Now you will never come to me
Oh, well, good night to thee
Now you will never come to me
Oh, well, good night to thee
No one now lives in a small house of wood
Nothing there is, so the tale ends good