When on the mountain a little foal is born
With all his might he struggles to his feet
He struggles to his feet
Then skips around on the green hill
gently drying out in the warm spring wind.
When on the mountain a little man is born
When they dip him in the water for the first time
They dip him in the water
And on a green towel he bursts into song
And for good health he takes a gulp of his mother’s milk.
Early on his daddy takes him to the woods
He gets a spark of falcon in his eye
With a spark in his eye
Takes a hatchet in his hand
Chops up sticks on the green hill
And tends to the fire.
Not too long ago his daddy made him a wooden horse
And now here comes a great moment
The great moment is here
He gets the saddle ready
Mounts his horse
And flies away on the green hill.