Well may you find me, my dearest-hearted one
Fairest gentle tresses, delighting in your form
Your words come to me sweetest when heavy is my mind
And you lift up my heart with these words spoke true and kind
Sailing from the shore, the others bent your ear
Telling you my true love, that I would not return
And I think on you ever, for from you I am naught
And if our love should wander in this world I am lost
Heavy is my heart now at night here on the sea
Here my sleep is restless far from your embrace
Let not your heart be trouble for love we have our health
And naught shall keep you from me but the black arrow of death
Now our fates our tied in a tightly woven bind
The others speak with scorn as if I should see no gain
The man who has a fortune he has a trouble mind
My heart is full contented, a treasure hard to find
Well may you find me, my dearest-hearted one
Fairest gentle tresses, delighting in your form
Your words come to me sweetest when heavy is my mind
And you lift up my heart with your words both true and kind