This is a song inspired from a text taken from
the "Tessiner Zeitung".
It's a saga from a little vally in south switzerland
A long time ago living in a valley, an old lonely woman only with goat and straw
In the near river, she stored the straw / With this wet material she made hats of straw
One day in the winter, the weather was bad, a stranger knocked to your rotten door
As the weather improved, the visitor thanked and the old woman got a wish still free
That’s my straw in the river, no longer be stolen / Everyone who tries, trapped in the river
Soon after that came Death passing by / She asks the Death, for a final wish
A last hat of straw she still wants to weave / So Death went to the river and was caught there too
After some times, they released Mr. Death and went with him, on your last trip (on their final trip)