Her hair is dancing in the wind with the leaves
She plays in forest's with the wolves
She flies in circles round and round and round
And she never fears the night which falls down on her

It's a little kind of happy
A little less than bliss
She finds it kind of funny
Nothing touches her like this

She ran on great green fields
Oh those landscapes out of her dreams
She rescues rabits and birds from death
Sings to them at night sweet lullaby´s

It's a little kind of happy
A little less than bliss
She finds it kind of funny
Nothing touches her like this

She never crawls back to her castles walls
Sweet, sweet snow white feels at home
Through the thick woods of the forest
And the blue bright sky is so reacable

It's a little kind of funny
A little less than bliss
She finds it kind of funny
Nothing touches her like this
But she's fine with it
She doesn't need a prince