Once there lived a man in a small house of wood
 Just before the threshold tall birch-tree stood
 Knocking at his window and pulling his hair
 All of that he did not care

 Days passed the nights and the nights passed the days
 Human's path was his only way
 Once under the full moon he fell asleep
 A girl came to him and began to weep

[Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me
[Man:] How can I not knowing thee?
[Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me
[Man:] How can I not knowing thee?

[Birch:] Always I've been here don't be surprised
 You'll see me always just close your eyes
 Knocking at your window and pulling your hair
[Man:] I'm sick and tied of you so beware

[Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me
[Man:] Oh, well, I'll come and cut thee
[Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me
[Man:] Oh, well, I'll come and cut thee

[Birch:]
 Be my blacksmith to forge the new swords
 Be my staff for wild waters to cross
 Be my hop to bitter my drink
 Be my key to break wooden link
 I'm your way to the stallions of Njord
 I'm your mare to ride through the night
 I'm your birch tree with tears so bright

 Then he took an axe and exited the house
 Came to tall white tree and closed his eyes
 The girl came to him one and final time
 But he preferred to close his mind

[Man:] Oh, well, I have come to thee
 Please, please, don't worry me
 Oh, well, I have come to thee
 Please, please, don't worry me

 His hands were above and her waist below
 Thus he embraced her in moment slow
 The cold iron passed into her heart
 When his eyes had opened they were apart

 So he turned to mirror again and again
 Blood on his axe, blood on his hands
 Grinning and laughing he came to the wood
 Hanged himself - now he's ravens' food

[Man:] Now you will never come to me
[Birch:] Oh, well, good night to thee
[Man:] Now you will never come to me
[Birch:] Oh, well, good night to thee

 No one now lives in a small house of wood
 Nothing there is, so the tale ends good