When I was young
I would dream
of going with my father
to the lonely mountain.
When I was young
I would dream
of growing a long beard
and wielding an axe.
When I was young
I would dream
of becoming a warrior,
a hunter.
When I was young
I would dream
of all the glittering riches
that would one day be mine.
I am no longer young.
My beard is long
My hands know the axe
and I have had my own adventures.
I never dreamed
of finding such comrades
once strange and terrible
now they are family.
I never dreamed
of meeting a maiden
so fair
and so golden.
I am no longer young.
My heart is heavy
It belongs to the fair maiden
who gave me the golden gift.
I am no longer young.
I do not care for riches.
I care for honor, and truth,
and fellowship.
