Caprice (Russian Band) - The Little Girl Found lyrics

All the night in woe Lyca's parents go Over valleys deep While the deserts weep Tired and woe-begone Hoarse with making moan Arm in arm for days Traced the desert ways Seven nights they sleep Among shadows deep Dreaming see their child Starved in desert wild Pale, through pathless ways Fancied image strays Famished, weeping, weak Hollow piteous shriek Rising from unrest Trembling woman prest Feet of weary woe Could no further go In his arms he bore Her with sorrow sore Till before their way A couching lion lay Turning back was vain Soon his heavy mane Bore them to the ground Then he stalked around Smelling to his prey But their fears allay When he licks their hands Silent by them stands They look 'pon his eyes Filled with deep surprise Wondering behold Spirit armed in gold On his head a crown On his shoulders down Flowed his golden hair Gone was all their care 'Follow me,' he said; 'Weep not for the maid In my palace deep Lyca lies asleep' Then they followed Where the vision led To this day they dwell In a lonely dell Fear not wolfish howl Nor the lions' growl To this day they dwell In a lonely dell Not fear the wolfish howl Nor the lions' growl Lyca lies asleep Lyca lies asleep Lyca lies asleep