And is it so, once you thou art
returning? Hast thou lost thy way as once before? I warned thee more than
many times, thus would it be. I shall not be thy refuge once
more.
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 hear 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
hear thee as before. I prithee, do not ask for love once more.