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
