An old mountain ogre

The evening is coming

And soon the night will fall, dark and black

I should go to the mountains now

But it is so beautiful here in the valley

It is so lonley, cold and bare

On the mountainside where the snowstorms roar

It is so calming here where the people live

In the valley so beautiful and green

I think about that sweet little princess

Who just came running by

Her hair was like shimmering gold

She would be such a nice meal

The other folks run away from me

Pointing and shouting from a safe distance

They run away from me while shouting

"Look at that big and ugly beast!"

But her eyes was so mild and sweet

She looked so calmly at me

Eaven thoug I am wild eyed and dark eyed

And everything sweet always run away from me

I wanted to hold and stroke her

But I am just an ugly creature

I wanted to kiss her and sing her to sleep

sing: sleep well my sweet

I wanted to put her into a sack

and bring her home for dinner

And then I would like to eat her

served on a golden platter

But hum and oh, how stupid I am

Who would look at me like her?

I am just such a stupid fool

Born with such a stupid head

I will let the little one be

we ogres are just ogres

It is hard not to eat her

But it is the way it has to be

But oh, who wouldn't cry

when you are lonley and stupid like me

I know it would not make any difference

I think it is best if I just go hom

hum hum hum hum

Poem by Gustaf Fröding, translated by me