O vira vira

I come from the land of gold,
I come from the golden land,
I come from the land of men
but I’m not coming as a bride.

Goodbye, little girl, goodbye;
I’m not for you anymore
though the biggest ships
sail with less sail.

And turn and turn,
if I don’t turn;
your dad is my father-in-law,
your love is me.

I got married for a year
just to see what life was like;
now the year is over,
single girl, oh how I wish!

You say you’re leaving, you’re leaving;
you can go on ahead;
if you had left a year ago,
you would’ve already forgotten me.