In the Misty Summer night
On the Brightness of Its 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 Widow's 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 Mourn
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