There was a time that saw a greener land
When laughter echoed in the glades
When tyrants lived in fear of righteous
Within the greenwood freedom reigned

Those days are gone
Where now is the courage that shone
Are we still one
The tyrants came

But we are no longer the same
Our land has fallen

Now a voice is calling
As a whisper from the grave
Now a voice is roaring 
Hear his cry!

Remember the arcing boughs of green
This land shall be free!

Now fight, for I'm always with you
Fight with a heart of joy
Oh, my spirit will be forever more
At the place where the arrow falls

The tyrants once again will fear our name
We stand defiant, unafraid
Nothing's forgotten or will ever be
An outlaws blood flows in our veins

The hunting horn
Shall sound in the forest once more
We are reborn

Within the glades a guardian spirit remains
We hear his calling

Remember the arcing boughs of green
This land shall be free!

Now fight! For I'm always with you
Fight with a heart of joy!
My spirit will be forever more
At the place where the arrow falls