One of the Blacksmith songs. The Norse/german blacksmith Wayland’s wife goes to leave him for inexplicable reasons. Don’t fall in love with women who are also swans, but she tries to do right by him in the end.

Eight years wed to you
You took me for your wife.
I gave my wings to you, 
gave up on flight.
but I remember 
how the sun felt on my back.
oh, how I loved you
and didn’t think of lack.

My sisters and your brothers
we made a simple life.
Deep in these mountains
Far away from mortal strife.
I was contented 
but never quite tame.
You knew exactly what I was
It wasn’t any game.

You are my woodland
my deep placid pond.
I swam your waters 
Til my heart it grew fond.
You warmed my skin 
In the fires on your hearth.
oh, my dear one.
how hard it is to depart.

Not for another lover 
Do I flee from your bed.
I’ll never take another one 
in your stead.
But the winds are changing 
Can you feel it in the air?
I can not stay here, meet your fate
and I despair

My sisters are going
They will never look back.
My heart is split in two
and it cannot keep track.
I long to fly
Feel the feathers in my wings.
yet I linger here
And my soul softly sings.

You made fine things for me
that sparkled as stars.
You shared you art 
crafted in fires of your heart.
So I cut these feathers 
from my cape snow white.
That you might fashion your own wings
and one day take flight.