I'm going to the carpenter to have a headboard made.

1. I'm going to the carpenter to have a headboard made, ; To carve my name on it in golden letters, ; In golden letters I write, my baby, my dear, ; Here lies the faded flower of love. ; ; 2. Love, love, cursed torment, ; Why didn't you grow on the top of every tree, ; On the top of every tree, on the leaf of a cedar tree, ; Let every young man have torn me off. ; ; 3. I have already torn you off, I have run away, ; I ran after you, but I could not catch you, ; You were the first and the last of my heart, ; The black coffin is already being prepared for me.