Hwær cwóm helm? Hwaer cwóm byrne? Hwær cwóm feax flówende? HD Hwær cwóm hand on hearpestrenge? Hwær cwóm scir fýr scinende? Héo dréag ðá losinga. Earla ðinga ðe héo forléas. [Thanks to LaDyWiLdCaT5305@cs.com for lyrics] ========================================== Heo naefre wacode degred To bisig mid degeweorcum Ac oft heo wacode sunnanwanung Donne nihtciele creap geond moras And on paere hwile Heo dreag pa losinga Earla pinga pe heo forleas. Heo swa oft dreag hire sawle sincende Heo ne cupe hire heortan lust. 'She never watched the morning rising, Too busy with the day's first chores, But oft she would watch the sun's fading, As the cold of night crept across the moors. And in that moment She felt the loss Of everything that had been missed. So used to feeling the spirit sink, She had not felt her own heart's wish.'