Deep in the forest, there she lives
Perched up above the highest trees
Until the end of time she'll stay
And gaze through the day
At the window of her tower she can be seen
Dressed all in velvet blue and green
And as the day hurries away
Her dress turns to clay
And when the night's black curtains fall
Outside she looks and mourns
"Oh dear old trees
Help me out
Oh pale white moon
You too!
I am afraid that someday
My dress of clay may fall apart
And with it may fall apart the tower"
The night came, they spoke back
"Do not fear lonesome soul Bring it down on your own"
Those wise words that nature spelled Grew up like flowers in her head
A towered lady she'll be no more
She brings down the wall
She brings down the wall now brick by brick
The sunlight dances on her cheek
But now that it's time for the day to drain
Her dress will remain
A fortress of clay
Unmovable pray
Frozen she stands and weeps
"Oh dear old trees
Help me out
Oh pale white moon
You too!
I thought if I'd brought the tower down
My fear would be gone for good
But now I feel a fear I never once did
It shakes my heart"
"Do not fear
You have grown
Tower lady, on your own
The bricks you lay, the shackles of clay
With morning dew they'll melt away
Scream out your fear, all you have to spew
And let your journey start anew"