Erronhart

Erronhart of Eve
Born in birth of eve
Is summoned to fetch
'In trade of silver a stallion of steeds'

'Child, I can not give you this stallion
Ten is minimum and ten you'll need'
A stallion for ten
I have but one
Trouble will toll for me.
Trouble will come to me.
This forest thick
The light slim
Where is my answer?
Am I done-in?
Erronhart paces
Erronhart pants
The day is leaving
The night is coming
When there appeared
A mare grazing
Yes.
This mare is it.
This mare is none.

'Where is my stallion?
Where is my profit?'
A stallion requires ten
I have but one
I give you this mare
I give you this one

'Where is my stallion?
Where is my profit?
I've waited all day
I've waited all night
You've wasted my day.
You've wasted my night.
You'll get nothing tonight.
You'll have nothing tonight.
Go fill my well
From the lake afar
A mile you will go
A mile you will come
This day will die
The next will come
I'll get my profit
For you there'll be none.'

The night is dark
The moon is dim
The lake afar
Is dry, only a skim.
A puddle of mud I have
A puddle I will take

The morning wake
The morning woke
There in the well
Is mud
Is waste

'What happened to my well?
What happened to my water?'
The lake is dry
The mud is wet
The water is mud
The mud I had to get
The mud had fishes
I give you this basket
I give you these fishes.

'You ruined my well.
You ruined my water.
You've wasted all night.
You've wasted all morning.
You'll get nothing today.
You'll have nothing today.
Go fetch the wood
In the forest
And leave my sight'

A forest of sticks
This forest is rich
Erronhart collected these sticks
And there Erronhart finds
A bear has found
A bear has left
An abandoned hive of honey on sticks

'Where is my wood?
Where is my fire...
This late of hour
This late in time
A butcher could rip you
A butcher would rip you
Your only luck be
There is no butcher.'
I found you wood
I found you sticks
This hive of honey is yours
With wood and sticks.

'Without my wood
Without my fire
My morning is gone.
A butcher could rip you
A butcher would rip you
Your only luck be
There is no butcher.
I'll take the honey
I'll take the sticks
And you'll get nothing
You'll have nothing.'