La Mort D'Arthur
When I was a little child
We often walked the country-side
in brightest sunlight, or in rain
my mother took me by the hand
and as she had me in her tow
a frown then came upon her brow
she turned her head, looked down at me
and spoke these words of prophecy:
"Kalte Hände, Froschnatur
von der Liebe keine Spur!
Hast kalte Hände, bist Froschnatur,
nein, von der Lieb' ist keine Spur!"
"Die Fröschelein, die fröschelein
das ist ein lustig Chor.
Sie haben ja, sie haben ja
kein Schwanzen und kein Ohr"
"Die Froschelein, die Froschelein
das ist ein kalter Chor
Sie haben ja, sie haben ja
kein Schwanzchen und kein Ohr"
The Death of Arthur
When I was a little kid
We often roamed the countryside
in the brightest sunlight, or in the rain
my mom took me by the hand
and as she had me in her grip
a frown then crossed her face
she turned her head, looked down at me
and spoke these words of prophecy:
"Cold hands, frog nature
no trace of love in sight!
With cold hands, you're frog nature,
nope, there's no sign of love!"
"The little frogs, the little frogs
that's a funny choir.
They have, oh they have
no tails and no ears"
"The little frogs, the little frogs
that's a chilly choir
they have, oh they have
no little tails and no ears"