human
I am Walter the page, And the songs I sing 'neath thy window Are my only heritage.
gpt
But in the land That is neither on earth nor sea, My lute and I are lords of more Than thrice this kingdom's fee.
human
Be mine! Be mine! And ever it sang,
gpt
Be mine! Then sweeter it sang and ever sweeter, And said,
human
I am thine, thine, thine!
gpt
Good counsel gave the bird, said she,
human
I have my hope thrice o'er, For they sing to my very heart, she said,
gpt
And it sings to them evermore.