Whisper to me softly, and please do not forget
To spin for me a story, oh my darling, dear.
For without that story, I may regret,
That your soul is ever near.

So please, hear for me and speak my story,
Should we speak naught but truth.
But should you perchance happen,
Upon a lie,
We have disguised,

Then run away my darling,
And seek me not, my dear.

For to see your end so near,
Oh darling, dear,
Is that not so very frightening?

So whisper to me softly, and spin for me a tale
But listen very closely, for your story's end is near,
Oh my darling, oh my dear,
Shall your story never fail.