O sing of the ship with the mast of leaves
And the maiden who stood at her wheel
Long ago it is said she was drowned until dead
And her red ship was split at the keel
But she never went under, the old mothers know
She'll sail the blue another day
An orphan will find her, a bear cub will bind her,
And the wolf shall lead them astray
And hand in hand they'll come whistling home
The maiden, the bear, and the girl in gray
Through the shining white foam
The red ship will roam
And the wolf shall lead them astray
And the wolf shall lead her astray
