Her lonely grave, beneath the pines
How sadly I recall her memory
She was my own true love devine

One night I found her with another
They did not know I was around
In a blinded rage I drew my pistol
I killed them both and fled that town

For many days I wandered over
Across the sea and desert sands
My heart filled with grief and sadness
I could not clense these, my blooded hands

For many years I''ve been a prisoner
My grayin'' hair marks off the time
I''m going back to my old north-lands
To wash away my sin and pride X2