Thou makest me free
Then soon thou makest demands on me
And I am not thy love
Thou workest in the slavery
But I shan’t heed thee as before
I prithee, do not ask for love once more
So go my way and soon I shall go likewise
And if thy path be high then be mine low
Behold my footsteps in the sand but follow not
For soon they shall be covered with snow
Thou makest me free
Then soon thou makest demands on me
And I am not thy love
Thou workest in me slavery
But I shan’t heed thee as before
I prithee, do not ask for love once more
I prithee, do not ask for love once more