On a mountain up north

I will build a small house

Made of woodstone and straw

I'll let nobody in

Neither family nor friends

Nor the postman can come

This escape can't keep going on

'cause I can't take it no more

I'm not so strong

I will sit there and stare

When the ocean runs wild

Until I'll forget your name

Then I'll burn up the straw

Take it down stone by stone

And make a raft of the wood