In the Misty Summer night 
On the Brightness of It's 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 Widows 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 Moarn 
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