In ancient times, her self was bur a breeze
Blowing softly on Fields of vivid Green,
The rustling leaves would dance and twirl and fade
While in the Woods I wandered by her shade
The moon would pour herself as in a stream
Casting many a shadow with her gleam,
Eternity was hers within that Glade
While in the Woods I wandered by her shade
While in the Woods I wandered by her shade
Myself I found outcast from my old state
I bade adieu and softly embraced my fate
While in the Woods I wandered by her shade.