Melancthe Songtext
von Shine Dión

A winter day with cold white light
A child was born so fair a sight
But as she grew it was to be known
That on this child a curse was thrown

She never uttered word nor sound
To walk in silence she was bound
One day alone a strange bird sang
To lift the curse this must be done


First you must find an axe of gold
Then an apple that never grows old
Last you must find the water of life
That quenches the thirst and heals all strife

For seven years she wandered in pain
And all her efforts ended in vain
Then by a lake one morning clear
She saw herself and lost all fear

The golden axe is my courage and will
The apple my heart that never grows chill
The water of life is the gift to give
It strengthens the soul and the joy to live

So ends the tale of the maiden who longed
And lifted the curse and made her song