Goodbye my love, I have to go I hear fathers talk to me You will forget me very slaw My will is to be free
If I die Sorrow will come to your eyes Don't cry I will be near the grate fairs When I die Sorrow will come to your eyes Don't cry I will be near the grate fairs
My soul and sword are in your hands My grave is home for me I leave here my last chance I want it were as it has to be
It's fate we can't do anything I don't know what she want's I believe you'll find your spring Don't forget my soul and sword