Der alte Jäger (translated from German)
A small house at the edge of the forest, an old hunter gave me there his hand.
He said to me, come with me home as in this house I'v lived alone for many years. The old hunter of silver fir valley, I think of him, he once was.
Der alte Jäger........................... The old hunter ...........................
His beard was gray, his hair white, but his eyes shone forth as glacial ice.
I went to him in winter, the mountains and woods were deep in snow.
The old hunter of silver fir valley, I think of him, he once was.
Der alte Jäger........................... The old hunter ...........................
I thought of him just prior to his cabin but in the snow was not a trace.
The house was quiet, lonely around, the old hunter, he was no more.
The old hunter of silver fir valley, I think of him, he once was.
The old hunter of silver fir valley, I think of him, he once was.
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