Where, oh where, does the young deer run
Over mountain and valleys
Under winter sun
Oh where, oh where, does the young fox go
Over fields, over rivers
Through the falling snow
I am here, I am here
Waiting for my love
By the stars
By the moon
A singing silver dove
Now away, you hunters
With bow and blade
Lest Brokilon Forest take you in her sweet embrace
Away, you hunters
With bow and blade
Lest she take you to the forgotten place