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