I shall go into a hare
with sorrow and sighing and mickle care
and I shall go in the devils name
were that I be fetched hame

I can't not go
but I love you so
we can't not try
who know what the mystery hides

I shall go into a trout
with sorrow and sighing and mickle doubt
and show thee many a merry game
were that I be fetched hame

I can't not go
but I love you so
we cant not try
who know what the mystery hides

I shall go into a bee
with mickle horror and dread of thee
and flit to hive in the devils name
were that I be fetched hame

I can't not go
but I love you so
we can't not try
who know what the mystery hides

I shall go into a mouse
are haste me unto the millers house
there in his grain to have good game
were that I be fetched hame

wrote this song for my girl
my one true other in this world
and death leans on the kiss I use
when im dreaming of her smile
she nows it wont be me
to front the price of destiny
I can't help but wonder how
well get out of this shit now