There I scattered all me soul
There I scattered flowers torn
And like precious shinig stones
They were scattered for my love
And sche comes along the way
Half a whore, and half a-saint
Half in heaven , half in hell
There me soul on threshold dwells
And she picks the precious stones
That like flowers were grown
And her hand are cut by blades
And her blood the dawn awakes
So long dead my soul sets sail
With the wind she s gone away
To the land there my love grows
Like young trees, sky blessed by earth