Green are the eyes of the one I adore
Gentle and bright and kind;
She is the one I am suffering for,
Oh she is the queen of my mind!

Soft is the voice of the maid of my choice,
Sweet as the harp she plays;
Her speech and her singing make my heart rejoice
And enchant me in some sweet daze.

Lovely and pure is the maid I adore
Gentle and bright and kind;
She is the one my heart languisheth for,
For she is the queen of my mind!

Emerald fire are the eyes I admire
Shining with heaven's light.'
She is my angel, my love, my desire
And for her alone I fight.

But far from my side is my long hoped for bride
All my soul can adore
For far must I ride over lands bleak and wide
Pursuing the call of war.

I fight and I kill with a terrible skill
While praying for this to cease;
Of death and of sorrow my soul's had its fill
And it longs for a day of peace!

Dreaming of you is the best I can do
And one dream sustains my life:
That you will stay true 'till these battles are through
And that you'll then be my wife!

Safe we will be when the kingdom is free
And whole thou wilt make my heart;
And then I'll be happy, my lady with thee
Together, no more to part!