The Lady of the Wood

There was a maiden, young and sweet,

Whose parents left her all alone;

being one year old, she was laid

down on a bed of cold, grey stone.

How she survived nobody knew

for the wood was so dark and cold,

but growing up she learned the truth

and got a heart, as pure as gold.

And every time she ran through the meadows

and everytime she sang a song,

there was this silvery light all around her

everywhere she came along.

She did not fear the howling wolves,

she did not fear the blackest night,

they were the family she´d lost

so she grew up in nature´s might.

The only thing that frightened her

was when she heard the hunter´s shot,

and every time this cruel man came

there was a rain of tears and blood.

And every time she cried for the fallen

and everytime he killed a deer,

oh, how she cried her hot, bitter tears,

everytime this man was near.

So she did love and she did hate

and grew a woman, wise and old;

she lived life in a wonderland

with so much magic to behold.

She knew the wood, she knew the wolves,

she knew the deers, they all were one,

they played with owls and unicorns,

but then one day the girl was gone.

And then it rained as if heaven was crying

for the wood´s lady now was dead;

so the beasts carried her to her meadows

and in full bloom was her last bed.