Themes

The sleigh stands Ready to go, Glory! In it the cushions Are all arranged. Glory! It stands near the forest, Wanting to go for a ride. Glory! To whom we sing this song, All will be well, It will come true, She will not escape. Glory! I sat By a window, I waited for my beloved, I couldn't Wait anymore, I fell asleep. In the morning I awoke - I suddenly realized - I am a widow. To whom we sing All will be well All will come true And she won't escape.