In the Misty Summer night 

On the Brightness of It's Breeze 

I Saw a Maiden Fair, White 

Heard Song Among Her Weeps 



Was Not From Tribe of Mine 

Couldn't Understand Her Words 

Her Eyes, Like Flames They Shined 

The Curse Was Cast on Me 



The Song Was Full of Longing 

From Her Love She Was Apart 

My Tears Started Falling 

Understood Her with My Heart 



In the Verses of Her Longing 

The Spells Were Cast on Me 

On the Marshlands I Was Drowning 

By the Singing of a Tree 



Wanted to Dry Her Tears 

To Sing Her Smile Alive 

But a Bear 

Would She Not Fear 

The Rougher Side of Mine 



This Maiden 'neath the Trees 

With Widows Pain That Sears 

And a Bear 

She Did Not Fear 

As She Saw Me Drowning There 



And If on Misty Summer Night 

You'll Hear Her Sing and Moarn 

It's Maiden of the Forest 

Who's Thirsty for Your Soul 



By the Branches of Enchanted 

The Spell Will Cast on you 

Under Bog You Shall Be Drowning 

By the Singing of a Tree