How sadly she dreams
W. Ogdon
Her hair is her pillow
On her hair she is sleeping,
the child. She weeps drops of blood it is not tears,
her weeping, she weeps
drops of blood.
What is the girl dreaming?
How sadly she dreams!
Ay, who has hurt her,
Who has so hurt her heart!
Síbale, Síbale, Síbale, pale little one.
How shall she awaken,
How shall she waken now?
Síbale, Síbale, pale little one.