Between coloured trees she did wander alone
And felt the cold rain from above
Again it was autumn, again she was sad
And dreamed about shelter and love
She heard the crows croaking, listened to their cries
The lovely sweet melancholy
She smiled at the cold breeze that played in her hair
And so she pa**ed by silently
Silently...
As if she had followed a voice in her soul
She entered the heart of the wood
She rose her face slowly and looked at the might
That surrounded the clearing where she stood
She opened her mouth, but no word would come out;
Her words were the tears in her eye
Beholding such beauty, how worthless she felt
Oh, even too worthless to cry
Oh, to cry...
And just like a vision, a small ray of light
In front of her face did appear
Then she heard the footsteps, and through tear-filled eyes
She saw a young man coming near
The crows croaked above him, the sweet drops of rain
Like j**els lay in his dark hair
That blew in the wind, that stroke his white cheek
And his noble face pale and fair
Pale and fair...
"I greet thee, fair maiden.", he said, and she knew
That she had heard his voice before
The road to the clearing, the heart of the wood
His warm voice had shown her the door
It had been the calling deep inside her soul
And her soulmate was now by her side
"My true love", he said, "let this wood be thy home."
And there she did stay as his bride
As his bride...